#said to myself 'okay we can do this-- you guys believe in me right?' and got back a chorus of 'no absolutely not'
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
A Christmas Carol - Lewis Hamilton
A Christmas Special
genre: fluff (there's a bit of angst because it wouldn't be me without it)
wordcount: +3k
a/n: Wasn't planning on doing one, but alas, like the Grinch "I'm toasty inside and I'm leaking". Hope you guys enjoy it.
As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!
______________________________________________________________
Christmas was supposed to feel magical. It was supposed to smell like cinnamon and pine, sound like kids laughing over the crinkle of wrapping paper, and taste like mulled wine and homemade cookies.
At least, thatâs what I kept telling myself as I power-walked from the kitchen to the dining room, a tray of meticulously arranged appetizers wobbling precariously in my hands.
âWhereâs the rosemary garnish?â I called out, my voice sharper than I intended.
âOn the counter where you left it,â my momâs voice floated back, tinged with just enough exasperation to make me grit my teeth.
âRight, okay. Thanks!â I tried to sound upbeat, but it came out brittle, like one of the ornaments Iâd already broken this week.
The house was perfect. Lewisâs Colorado cabin looked like it had been ripped from the pages of a Christmas catalog.
Snow blanketed the landscape outside, and the living roomâs towering evergreen glittered with gold and red ornaments.
Both our families were hereâmine and Lewisâsâmingling in various states of holiday cheer.
Everything looked exactly as it should.
So why did it feel like everything was on the verge of collapse?
I was usually the type to wing things. Iâd always believed the joy was in the process, not the end result.
But this was different. This was the first Christmas we were hosting as a couple, the first time our families were all under one roof, and the first time I felt the weight of needing everything to be flawless.
âYouâre overthinking it,â Lewis had said a week ago, catching me mid-panic as I tried to finalize the seating chart. âItâs Christmas. Nobodyâs going to care if the napkins match the table runner.â
Iâd rolled my eyes at him then, brushing off his easy confidence. âThis is important, Lewis. Itâs our first big family Christmas. I need it to be right.â
But now, with the pressure mounting and the hours slipping away, I was starting to wonder if heâd been right all along.
Still, I couldnât stop.
There was too much to do, too much riding on this. It wasnât just impressing everyone else; it was proving to myself that I could pull this off. That I could create something perfect.
âY/n, the caterer just called. Theyâre going to be an hour late,â came Lewisâs voice from the kitchen, calm as ever.
I barely acknowledged him, my brain too busy spiraling into contingency plans.
Late appetizers meant a delayed dinner schedule, which meant the kids would get restless, whichâ⊠Okay, breathe.
âItâs fine,â I said tightly, not looking up from my task. âIâll⊠figure it out.â
âBabe, itâll be fine,â he replied, but I couldnât bring myself to believe him. How could he be so relaxed about this?
This was the first time I could show everyone that I wasnât just good at planning vacationsâI could host the kind of Christmas that would make everyone look back and say âRemember that year at Lewis and Y/nâs place? That was perfect.â
But perfect came at a price. A steep one.
I was usually laid-back on holidays, but this one⊠well, I was turning into someone I didnât entirely recognize.
Someone who had snapped at Lewis when he joked ironing the napkins was a bit much. Someone who brushed off my momâs attempt to help set up because âIâve got it, thanks.â Someone who hadnât stopped to sit downâor breatheâsince the day before.
I knew I was being ridiculous.
Rationally, I knew that no one cared if the table settings matched the garland on the fireplace or if the cranberry sauce came from a can instead of being homemade.
But rationality didnât exactly have a seat at the table in my mind. Instead, it was crowded with doubts, insecurities, and the quiet, nagging fear that if I didnât get this right, it meant something about me.
I wanted so badly to prove that I could do thisânot to Lewis, not even to our families, but to myself. To prove that I could handle blending traditions, making everyone feel at home, and creating a holiday memory worth cherishing.
The irony? In chasing that, I was starting to lose the very thing that made Christmas special.
âY/n,â Lewis called again, his voice pulling me out of my thoughts. I realized I had been staring at the same strand of lights for a tad too long. âWhy donât you take a break? Have some wine or something.â
âIâm fine,â I said, sharper than intended. He didnât reply, and the quiet that followed made me feel worse than any argument ever could.
I sighed, sinking to the floor, the lights still tangled in my hands.
I glanced around the room, the half-decorated tree leaning slightly to the right, the dining table still bare, and the unmistakable hum of chatter from the kitchen where both families mingled.
It wasnât perfect. Not yet. But as I sat there, surrounded by the mess of my own making, a tiny voice in the back of my head whispered that it didnât have to be.
I had just managed to shove the last box of ornaments under the console table when I heard a familiar voice call out, âY/n! You didnât even say hi when we walked in. What the hell?â
I turned, my brother already halfway across the room, his lopsided grin in place and a lumpy gift bag dangling from his hand. He had that look he always got when he was about to annoy me out of spite.
âHey,â I muttered distractedly, glancing at the clock. Dinner prep was starting to fall behind, and I still hadnât decided which candles to put on the table.
He stopped in front of me, arms crossed. âThatâs it? Not even a âMerry Christmas, so glad youâre here, oh wise older sibling who taught me everything I know?ââ
âI donât have time for this, assholeâ I said, brushing past him to fix the garland over the fireplace. âYou and everyone else are so very welcome here, but I have a million things to do.â
He let out a low whistle. âWow. Someoneâs really leaning into their inner Scrooge this year.â
I didnât bother responding, too busy adjusting a stocking that was slightly off-center.
âAlright, whatâs going on?â he asked, softer this time. âYou didnât even notice when your niece tried to hug you.â
Guilt hit me like a truck, but I pushed it aside. âNothing, I swear. I just⊠I want everything to be perfect, for her too, okay?â
âPerfect?â He raised an eyebrow. âYouâre the one who once wrapped all Christmas presents in newspaper and duct tape because you forgot to buy wrapping paper.â
âI was sixteen and broke.â I snapped.
âAnd happy,â he countered, his voice pointed but not, at all, unkind. âWe all were. Because no one cared what the presents looked like. Or if the tree was crooked or the turkey was dry. We were just⊠together. Thatâs what made it Christmas.â
I turned to face him, arms crossed. âAre you seriously trying to give me some kind of Christmas ghost speech right now? Because I donât have time forââ
âMaybe you should make timeâ he interrupted, and for once, there was no teasing in his tone.
I hesitated, the weight of his words sinking in despite my resistance.
âLook, I get itâ he continued, his voice softening again. âYou want this to be special, and it will be. But not because of the table settings or the garland or whatever else youâre obsessing over. Itâll be special because youâre here, and weâre here, and thatâs all that ever mattered to us as kids. Itâs all that matters now, too.â
âThanks for the Hallmark moment. Really. But I have things to do.â I sighted instead of admitting he was right, as I turned back to the fireplace.
He chuckled, shaking his head as he stepped back. âSuit yourself, sis. But donât come crying to me when the ghost of Christmas present shows up later to say âI told you so.â over dessertâ
I was halfway into rolling my eyes when it hit me. The pie. Â but couldnât stop the small smile that tugged at my lips as he walked away. Still, his words lingered, like the faint smell of cinnamon that seemed to follow me everywhere this week.
âSeriously, whatâs going on, now you look like you seen a ghost?â my brother asked, peering into the living room.
âOh, no,â I whispered, the realization hitting me like a freight train. I had forgotten dessert.
My brother smirked. âGuess perfection really is a myth.â
Lewis appeared in the doorway; eyebrows raised in concern. âEverything okay?â
âNo,â I admitted, my voice cracking. âI forgot the dessert. I canât believe I forgot the dessert.â
âBabe, itâs not a big deal,â he said gently, resting a hand on my shoulder. âWeâve got plenty of food.â
âItâs Christmas, Lewis!â I suppressed a yell. âYouâre supposed to have something sweet.â
Lewis exchanged a glance with my brother, who shrugged as if to say, âYour turn.â
âHey,â Lewis said, tilting my chin up so Iâd look at him. âWhatâs the one thing you always say when things donât go according to plan?â
I blinked at him, tears threatening. âI donât know.â
âYou say, âWeâll figure it out.ââ
âIâve got itâ I replied, careful to keep my tone light.
He didnât respond right away. Instead, he came closer, a quiet warmth that made me hyper-aware of how tightly I was holding onto the matchbox in my hand.
âY/n,â he said softly, and that was all it took for my defenses to wobble.
I set the matchbox down with a shaky exhale, staring at the empty plates in front of me. âI just want everything to be perfectâ I murmured, more to myself than to him.
He stepped closer, his hands brushing lightly against my arms before resting on my shoulders. âIt already isâ he said.
I laughed under my breath, a sound that came out more bitter than I intended. âYouâre only saying that because you havenât seen the cranberry sauce yet.â
âBabeâ he said, his voice full of that frustrating calmness that made me want to hug him and throw something at him, at the same time. âNo oneâs here for cranberry sauce.â
I turned to face him, ready to argue, but the look in his eyes stopped me cold.
They werenât teasing or dismissive or even annoyed, like I probably deserved after snapping at him all day. They were warm, steady, and so full of love it made my chest ache.
âWhy are you doing this to yourself?â he asked gently, his thumbs rubbing small circles against my arm. âYouâve been running around for days like youâre hosting the royal family instead of our families. Whatâs really going on?â
I swallowed hard, my resolve starting to crack. âI justâŠâ My voice wavered, and I hated how small I sounded. âI want them to have a good time. I want them to see that weâre good at this, that weâve got it all together.â
He tilted his head, studying me with that quiet intensity he always had when he was trying to read between the lines.
âYou mean you want to prove that youâre good at this,â he said softly, and the truth of it hit me like a punch to the gut.
I dropped my gaze, staring at the floor like it might hold some kind of answer. âItâs stupid, I knowâ I whispered.
âItâs not stupid,â he said, his voice firm. âBut you donât have to prove anything to anyone, Y/n. Not to our families, not to me, and definitely not to yourself. Youâve already done more than enough by bringing them all over.â
I shook my head, tears prickling at the edges of my eyes. âIt doesnât feel like enough. I just⊠I want them to look back at this and remember it as something special.â
He reached out, tipping my chin up so I had no choice but to meet his gaze. âThey will,â he said simply. âNot because of the candles or the napkins or whatever else youâve been stressing over, but because theyâre here. Together. And because you made that happen.â
His words settled over, softening the tension in my shoulders and quieting the storm in my mind.
âI donât know how you always do that,â I said with a shaky laugh, brushing at my eyes.
âDo what?â
âManage to say the exact thing I need to hear, even when I donât want to hear it. Especially thenâ
He smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to my forehead. âItâs a talent,â he said lightly, his tone teasing but his eyes still serious.
I leaned into him, letting the steady beat of his heart anchor me. For the first time all day, I felt like I could breathe again.
âYouâre right,â I admitted quietly.
âAbout everything?â
âDonât push your luckâ I muttered, earning a soft laugh from him.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his hands still resting on my waist. âCome sit with us for a while,â he said. âThe table can wait. Dinner can wait. Right now, I just want you to stop and enjoy this.â
I hesitated, my gaze flicking toward the half-finished table.
âY/n,â he said, his voice low and insistent. âPlease.â
The weight of that single word unraveled the last of my resistance.
âOkay,â I said softly, letting him guide me toward the living room and let myself just be.
Dinner was still salvageable, the table was mostly set, and the stockingsâmercifullyâwere straightened.
It was fine. I was fine. We would be fine.
I hadnât slept much. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the last few days finally wearing off, or maybe it was the quiet nagging feeling that I hadnât quite nailed it.
Either way, when Lewis stirred beside me at the crack of dawn, his alarm buzzing softly, I was already awake.
He leaned over to kiss my forehead, murmuring something about taking a quick shower before the kids woke up. I mumbled back something that sounded vaguely coherent, but the moment he stepped into the bathroom, I slipped out of bed.
Still in my pajamas, hair a mess, and not a speck of makeup to hide behind, I padded softly down the stairs. The house was quiet, the kind of stillness that only comes in those fleeting moments before the day begins.
The living room came into view, and I froze for a moment, leaning against the doorway. The tree stood tall, its lights casting a soft, golden glow over the room.
The presents weâd spent hours wrapping were still neatly stacked, though I knew that wouldnât last long.
I sat down on the edge of the couch, tucking my knees under me as I watched the room come alive in slow motion.
First came one of Lewisâs nieces, her sleepy face lighting up the moment she spotted the tree. She gasped, then bolted back upstairs, her little feet pounding against the steps as she woke her brother.
A chain reaction followedâone by one, the kids tumbled into the room, wide-eyed and buzzing with excitement.
Next came my mom, her robe tied loosely around her as she headed straight for the kitchen.
I could hear her humming a Christmas carol as she rummaged for the hot cocoa mix. Within minutes, the scent of chocolate and marshmallows filled the air, mingling with the pine of the tree.
I didnât say anything; I just watched.
Watched as the kids tore into their presents, the floor quickly becoming a chaotic sea of wrapping paper.
Watched as my mom handed a steaming mug to each child, all looking up at her with a grateful smile.
Watched as my brother shuffled in, still half-asleep but smiling as he plopped onto a chair with his coffee.
And then, almost as if she sensed I needed it, my mom came over to the couch and sat beside me, handing me a mug of cocoa, the marshmallows bobbing at the surface, and settled in with a soft sigh by my side.
âMerry Christmas, sweetheart,â she said, her voice as warm as the drink in my hands.
âMerry Christmas, Momâ I replied, leaning my head on her shoulder.
We sat there for a while, watching the chaos unfold.
One of the kids trying to explain a new gadget to my dad, while my niece proudly displayed her new doll to Lewisâs mom.
It was loud and messy and completely uncoordinated.
And it was perfect.
âThis reminds me of Christmas when we were kids,â I said quietly, my voice almost drowned out by the laughter and chatter.
My mom turned to look at me, her brow lifting slightly.
âYou know,â I continued, smiling faintly at the memory. âWhen weâd open our presents in the morning, and you and Dad would be in the kitchen getting food ready. All the relatives would be there, the cousins running around, someone always spilling somethingâŠâ I trailed off, shaking my head. âIt was chaos, but it felt like Christmas.â
My mom chuckled, her hand brushing against mine as she squeezed it gently. âThatâs what makes it special, honey. Itâs never about the perfect decorations or the perfect dinner. Itâs about⊠this.â
She gestured to the room, where Lewisâs nephew was now gleefully dragging people to play with him, everyone looking thoroughly confused but nodding enthusiastically anyway.
âThe mess?â I teased, raising an eyebrow.
âThe mess,â she affirmed, smiling. âThe people. The noise. The love in all of it.â
I blinked back the sting of tears, resting my head against her shoulder again. For so long, Iâd been chasing perfection, thinking it was the key to creating something memorable.
But sitting there, surrounded by laughter and torn wrapping paper and the occasional shout of âWhere are the batteries?ââI realized I already had everything Iâd been looking for.
âMom?â
âHmm?â
âI hope I get it this messy, this right, every yearâ I said softly, my voice thick with emotion.
She didnât reply, just leaned her head against mine, and we sat there in the quiet chaos, letting it all wash over us.
It wasnât what I had planned. It wasnât perfect.
It was better. So much better
And as if on cue, my mom glanced up and caught sight of Lewis standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame.
His hands tucked into the pockets of his pajama pants, his grin warm and knowing as he watched us. With a soft smile, she nudged me gently.
âSomeoneâs waiting for youâ my mom murmured before excusing herself, her footsteps light as she headed toward the kitchen.
Lewis didnât waste a second, crossing the room to take her spot beside me on the sofa. He flopped down with exaggerated effort, his arm draping lazily along the back of the couch.
âWell, well,â he teased, tilting his head to look at me. âI donât think Iâve seen you out of the bedroom without a fully picked-out outfit, perfect hair, and makeup in days?â
I groaned, covering my face with my hands. âIâve been⊠intense. Havenât I?â
âA bitâ Lewis replied, grinning as he reached over to tug my hands away. âBut only because you careâ
I lowered my hands, glancing at him shyly. âI just... I wanted this to be perfect. I needed it to be perfect. Not just for everyone else butïżœïżœâ She hesitated, her voice faltering.
âBut?â he prompted, his tone gentle.
I bit my lip, my gaze flicking to the kids tearing through their gifts, then back to him. âBut for me. For us. For... the possibility that this might be our future someday.â
The words faltered, vulnerable and unsure.
Lewis didnât say anything right away. Instead, he reached out, slipping an arm around my waist and pulling me into his chest.
âY/n,â he murmured, his voice low and steady. âYou donât have to try so hard. Youâre already more than perfect.â
I let out a small, disbelieving laugh, but he pulled back just enough to cup my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing lightly over my cheeks as he looked me in the eyes.
âI mean it,â he said firmly. âIâve been dreaming about a future with you long before these past few days. Ever since I saw you barefoot on that trail, convincing Willow it was the best way to feel the earth beneath her. Since you let Roscoe slobber all over you on the beach the very first time you met him. Since we spent three days on that road trip, eating two-day-old sandwiches and drinking from streams, and you still made it feel like the greatest adventure of our lives.â
My eyes glistened, a shy smile tugging at my lips. âYouâre really pulling out all the stops here, arenât you?â
âWhatever it takesâ he replied with a playful grin before his expression softened again. â You donât need to prove anything to anyone. Least of all me.â
We stayed like that for a moment, wrapped in each other, watching the kids dive into their presents. The room buzzing with laughter and the occasional triumphant shout of âLook what I got!â
My chest felt lighter than it had in days, my worries dissolving like the marshmallows in my cocoa.
I rested my head against Lewisâs shoulder, my heart settling into a steady rhythm that matched his.
But then, a thought struck and I sat up abruptly.
âWhere are you going?â Lewis asked, trying to pull me back by the waist.
I swatted his hand away with a smirk. âYouâll see.â
I sprang to my feet, clapping my hands to gather the kidsâ attention. âAlright, whoâs ready to make a mess in the kitchen?â
A chorus of enthusiastic âMe!â erupted as they abandoned their toys and raced toward me.
I led them to the kitchen, my laughter echoing through the house as I opened cabinets and pulled out bowls, flour, and cookie cutters.
Within minutes, the kitchen was alive âflour flying, cookie dough being enthusiastically rolled and eaten, and the sound of uncontainable giggles filling the air.
Lewis stayed back, leaning against the back of the sofa, watching the scene unfold with a smile tugging at his lips.
I caught his eye once, winking at him as I smeared a dollop of cookie batter on one of the kidsâ noses, eliciting a delighted squeal.
This could be our forever. Far from perfect, but perfectly us.
_____________________________________________________________
TAGLIST - @saturnssunflower @xoscar03 @chocolatediplomatdreamerzonk @itsmrshamilton @vicurious28
@0710khj @thecubanator2 @neilakk @bigratbitchsworld @adriswrld
@fearfam69691 @cmleitora @goldenroutledge @timmychalametsstuff @jpgnsf
@priopp123 @strqirlhrts @hmmmmm-01 @bisexual-babygirl-mj @bebesobrielo
@hiireadstuff @f1-football-fiend @unlikelystay @thesizzler
If youâd like to be added to my taglist you can leave a comment or send me a dm/ask.
#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic#f1 scenario#f1 x reader#lewis hamilton#lh#lh44#lewis#lewis x reader#lewis imagine#lewis hamilton fanfic#lewis hamilton x reader#lewis hamilton one shot#lewis hamilton imagine#lh44 x reader#lh44 imagine#lewis hamilton x you#christmas
194 notes
·
View notes
Text
wow when i think about it maybe this year wasn't that bad
#i mean yes it was one of the worst definitely i kept falling down and down and down and i def hit rock bottom#highest weight of my life 'pcod' 'pre diabetes' ugh that was the worst#and the generally not studying#but but but. im going to list all the good things because it made me feel so weirdly happy that wow this happened to me#let's go chronologically#1. pretty awesome birthday got a gift from my then bestf which made me feel so seen and so understood#for the first time in life to the extent that i couldn't believe that paying attention to me and loving me so much was even possible#2. discovered i def like guys too and him writing on a tissue to me hbd and me giving him that letter which was almost like a love letter#that was so brave and vulnerable of me i can't believe i did that im proud of myself#3. learning thru an admittedly bad experience that there is no timeline for life and experiences and i definitely do not need#to have like sex and stuff to be cool and fit in its okay to wait for the right person it doesn't make me a loser#because at the end of the day i have to live with it i can sleep with someone just because i hate the feeling of being 21 and feeling#like im behind everyone but then that would be disrespectful to myself and i deserve better#4. that brief period of 15 days when i was almost friends with this girl from office and even tho she left i still remember resting my head#on her shoulders and feeling safe after so long#5. getting drunk with my bestie that was pretty awesome i shouldn't say this but it was such a good year for us cause she broke up with her#bf so whenever we met we would just play music and dance to sabrina#6. getting drunk with my SISTER and clubbing with her fuck that was pretty awesome i love her and i love her guy friend and i really hope#he succeeds in pata ing her and he becomes my future jiju#7. passinv this exam. i honestly didn't think i had it in me to get this degree and it's still hard to believe but i do feel motivated to#try now. i worked hard i sincerely studied which i hadn't done in like 2 years and it really feels like god#said yeah beta you take this win and keep getting better okay?#so much bad happened too ive now lost everyone except my family and my one irl bestf but i still feel hopeful. i hope it will be ok 2025
1 note
·
View note
Text
.
#currently having a problem#where i am so excited abt the concept of a fanfic i found that i cannot look directly at it#which is making it v difficult to read#the two ppl up front with me are just sitting back and watching me struggle#'this is so embarrassing' they say to each other and i say 'I KNOW'#the worst part is we have a fictive of the character featured in this fanfic somewhere#and i'm terrified this is gonna wake him up and he's gonna join us in front to also point and laugh#someone help me i'm being. bullied#UPDATE just tried again to read it#said to myself 'okay we can do this-- you guys believe in me right?' and got back a chorus of 'no absolutely not'#thank u for the SUPPORT in these TRYING TIMES
0 notes
Text
the fine and subtle art of arguing with old men
it was a good week for testing which meant it was a slow week for me. most of my job is fixing the machine when it goes down. if it doesn't go down, i don't have much to do.Â
fortunately neither did marc. in a site full of ornery old bastards, he's the oldest and the orneriest, so it goes without saying that i enjoy spending time with him. he reminds me of my grandpa. hell, he reminds me of a lot of people. i've befriended enough grumpy old men that i've got a sort of momentum to it now - you know how it is, when you meet someone that reminds you of someone else you really like. you get to start that friendship off half built, because you already have an idea of how to like that guy, and some of that old warmth can be brought to the new friendship. a little ember to start the stove up with.
(i think that's one of the really undersold beauties of getting older. you stop viewing people as strangers and more like remixes of friends.)
anyway, i was sitting next to marc and we were talking about the future. i've got my eye on having kids sometime soon (year or two? hopefully?), and he's very happy for me. i've tried asking him for advice, but all he says is that he didn't do a great job with his own kids and they still turned out okay, so i should stress less and trust myself more. i hope he's right. he believes it, at least, and it's a hell of a thing to have the faith of an old man. his faith is hard won.
as for his plans, he's retiring at some point in the next six months, and is hoping to sell his home and buy something in florida. he's republican, so he views the state as paradise, and i'm not inclined to even try talking him out of it. it's his dream, you know? i know for a fact my paradise would be a lot of people's hell. life's funny like that.
still, we kept going on, and it was a good time, and then he reminisced about the last time he got close to quitting - back around 2020. our job required getting vaxxed, and he refused, and there was a big kerfuffle about it before the job actually backed down. i know there's not a lot of sympathy for the unvaxxed out here, but the man's 62. you get the shot when you're under 30 to protect the people around you, but when you're over 60, you're just getting it to protect yourself and it's hard to be mad at someone for kicking their own ass.Â
still gave me pause though. i knew he wasn't going to take it well, but half the job of collecting curmudgeons is keeping them around, so i saidÂ
hey. i'm sorry they bent your arm over it, but.
but.Â
you should really get that shot.Â
and he looked over at me, and i looked at him, and he actually spat. not on me, just the concrete, but it was enough to show that he was mad. then he walked away, as abrupt as anything.
i felt bad about it. i wasn't sure what i'd expected, when he was willing to lose his job over it before, but i'd been so invested in his dream of retirement - the idea of him sipping margaritias on a beach next to his wife, the wife he calls every day during lunch, the wife he says is the one thing in life he ever got right on the first try. the wife that almost divorced him back when he was in the airforce because he just wasn't home enough.Â
(but he can be home now.)Â
and then he mentioned the vax thing, and it was like seeing a pin hit a balloon. he works out every day and takes all sorts of crazy vitamins and is generally committed to getting the most out of his pension and his life. i didn't want this dumb weak point to be his achilles heel.Â
---
i wasn't actually sure how long marc would be mad at me. i've seen him stay mad at some people for weeks. i wasn't sure if being friends would make that time go up or down.Â
it went down. i'm glad it went down.Â
he stopped being mad about two days later. we were doing front end maintenance one morning, and it was just that simple mechanical rhythm - hex key, replace the anode sheets, punch some off-gassing holes, oil it up, put it back in - that put things at ease. it always does. people working there are too busy to remember grudges, and it has this sort of mandatory practical communication that helps smooth things over. it was going great, and then out of the blue he said babs, you gotta be careful giving advice. those shots come with complications. what would you do if i got that shot, had a stroke, and died?Â
and i don't know what answer he was expecting, but i just told him the truth, which is that i would be devastated. i'd feel like i killed him. i thought that was a pretty normal response, but he looked taken aback. he asked why i said it then, and i said i'd have felt the same if he died of covid. that's just life. sometimes, there's no way forward that doesn't risk some kind of regret.Â
we finished the tube after that, in a silence that felt heavier than peace but lighter than anger. it felt like the ball was back in marc's court. like it would be rude to take that turn from him.Â
we parted ways with a nod and didn't speak until the next day.Â
---
i was doing spreadsheet work when he found me again. standard paper engineering - thinking of things we might need and ordering them in batches, months ahead of time. it always feels a little like plugging holes in a dam with my fingers.Â
but he popped up, and we didn't even exchange pleasantries. he just said i'm gonna die one day, and you can't blame yourself for that.Â
which is a hell of a thing to just tell someone right off the bat.Â
so i said whatÂ
and he said babs, i am in my 60s. something is gonna get me eventually, and whether it's covid or heart disease, or a stroke, there will be something you could have said or done before. and that's okay. it's not your job to make me live forever.Â
and you know, he actually made a lot of sense. so i saidÂ
okay.Â
i'll keep your business yours. i just
you were talking about your retirement before this. and i want that for you very much. you've worked hard for 45 years, and you deserve a break. we're getting to sick season, and it would be the saddest fucking thing in the world if you got this close to winning the race then tripped in the last ten feet.Â
and we sat there a few moments longer. i wasn't sure what to say, and i wasn't sure what he'd say, but eventually he just shrugged and said
yeahÂ
then he left. i figured that would be the end of it.Â
---
i did front end maintenance yesterday, after being gone a week. it's one of my favorite things to do. i like working with my hands. i really like working with my hands. i'm glad i went to college, but in a different life, i think i could've made a better electrician than an electrical engineer.Â
and at one step, when we were both hoisting the plate back onto the machine, his sleeve rode up, and i saw two bandaids on his arm.Â
we finished the install, and i was ready to go back when marc actually stopped me.Â
i got the shot, he said, almost embarrassed. like he'd been caught. and i knew he was gonna say something dumb about it, so i just cut him off by giving him a hug.Â
i was relieved. hugging old men is kind of like picking up cats. if they like you a lot, they'll tolerate it, but that's about it. we sat there maybe three beats before his hands went up, and then he gave me one overly-hard thump on the back. in my experience, this is how old men tell you that they're done, so i let him go.
carla talked me into it, he said, almost defensive. his wife. his one good decision.
tell her i said thanks, i said back.
trump got the shot too, he said, less defensive, but oddly pleading. like he was consoling himself.
like he was nervous.
then it's gotta be safe, i said, and he looked up at me, strangely searching, strangely vulnerable. i don't know exactly what he was looking for, but i guess he found it because after a few moments his shoulders relaxed.
yeah, he said, one hand on the back of his head.
it's gotta be.
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
At work today a guy asked where our travel guides are. I was carrying a bunch of things & on my way downstairs so I could only point with my elbow but basically "that door & then straight to the end of the room, my colleague is there if you need help"
that worked out fine but when i was back upstairs at the library & sat down to continue placing orders he asked again, or rather "I can't find the region I am looking for" & honestly our traveling guide section can be a lot. Also if you don't know that we put some places together, it gets even harder. He was looking for some maps about Bosnia so I showed him.
That's when he saw my star of David necklace & complimented it. I said thanks & got ready to return to my spot. All of a sudden, as I am already halfway across the floor, he yells "Oh & I need something else. I need books about the Nakba. You know what this is, right? The ongoing genocide committed by the Jewish people"
I told him I know what he means & if he could wait a moment. I told my co-worker to please take over as adviser for me, told him what the man is looking for & that we definitely have books about the topic.
It honestly was the right timing because my shift would end in 10 minutes & two girls needed help with books about a topic I just had training for so I knew I could help them real fast.
The man ignored my co-worker & proceeded to follow me, shouting. I informed him that I am currently helping other people & my co-worker can help, he is actually in charge of our history & politics section. I got a "I don't want him. I want your help. You know what is going on, don't you?"
It took me somewhat snapping & more rudely informing him that I am currently busy helping other people & getting a bit louder myself. It also took my co-worker putting his body between the guy & me for him to go quiet & then mutter "so you're fucking busy" & leaving.
This isn't okay. This is antisemitism. I do not wear a name tag that shows I have a name more commonly found in Israel. I do not speak with an accent - yes I grew up the first years of my life in Israel & I have dual citizenship. But he does not know that. All he saw was a visibly Jewish person.
My co-worker had me go to our office & informed me I could leave once he went through our library & made sure the guy wasn't outside. Like sincerely this is fucked up. I want to wear my Star of David, I want to be visibly Jewish. I don't want to put myself or my co-workers in danger.
I didn't realize how much this fucked me up until I arrived home, sat down & suddenly just cried.
EDIT 31.10.24: I want to say even if I was visibly Israeli, even if I wore the Israeli flag THIS WOULD NOT BE OKAY . I need people to know that I actually love my home country - I hate the government but I love the place - I have family there, October 7th was a horrific massacre & my family lost friends that day .
While we still lived in Israel my father often took me along to discussions between Israelis and Palestinians, I was raised to hope and believe in a two state solution in which both Palestinians and Israelis can live in safety and dignity. I still hope in that.
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
ACOTAR MEN X READER, SITTING ON THEIR LAP
â© summary: different scenarios where you find yourself sitting on them
â© warnings: nsfw, 18+, mentions of sex, mentions of self-doubt, kissing, begging, gossiping, fluff, smut, crack, fun times and soft Erisđđ
â© amaraâs note: the original cassian hc was so long that i had to stop myself bc i was thirsting and it turned into a regular oneshot lmaooođ anyways enjoy babes!!!!đđđ
reblogs are really appreciated! :D
RHYSAND
No matter how angry you and Rhys get or how petty the fight is, you two always end up holding hands, even while yelling at each other.
Sitting in his lap while you two argue about random, non important stuff is a standard
You guys just donât do the whole âno touchingâ thing
Today, the argument was over who cooks better, both of you bickering pettily.
âListen, I love you a lot, but the kitchen isnât your best friend. It's crazy how you can burn an empty pot.â
âMaybe youâre crazy,â you retort, arms crossed over your chest as you step closer to him, leaning against his desk in his office.
He keeps arguing with you, going back and forth, while pushing his chair back from the desk to make room for you.
âWhatever, Rhys. I donât even need to cook when I can summon anything. Itâs stupid, and youâre being unfair,â you mutter as you put your hands on his shoulders and plop down in his lap, subconsciously warming at the way he holds your waist and places one hand on your back to keep you steady.
He suppresses a smile, scratching the back of his head as he looks up at your pouting self. âYouâre absolutely right, sweetheart. I donât know what I was thinking. Of course, youâre an amazing chef,â he concedes, his tone laced with affection.
âAwww, come with me while I make you something,â you say, flashing him an oblivious smile.
âOh! Um, you sure we shouldn't order something or..?â he asks nervously, his voice getting higher as he kisses you.
You slip out of his lap and hurry downstairs to plan his meal, assuring him not to worry about ordering anything and to just come down for his favorite meal.
âDear Gods,â he whispers as he gets up, a mix of worry and fear in his voice.
ERIS
Eris had been stressed out for a few weeks now. Nothing you said seemed to make a difference.
He was dealing with his fatherâs death, ruling a new court as the heir, and inheriting the High Lord powers. Your heart ached for him. You wanted to be there for him, giving him hugs and words of encouragement, but you were not on that level yet
Today had been the most stressful day yet, resulting in him shutting down and locking himself up in his bedroom.
âEris, are you okay? Can I please come in?â you knock gently on the wooden door, voice hushed and gentle.
After a few moments of silence, you hear him shuffling behind the door until he opens it very slightly.
He is shirtless, only in a pair of pants. You manage to catch a glimpse of his tired, amber eyes before he turns around to lie in his bed.
The room looks clinically clean, the only disturbance being Erisâs rugged appearance.
Without saying a word, you walk over to him and give him a hug. Itâs a long, warm hug that tells him everything he doesnât allow himself to hear: youâre there for him.
It takes a few moments for him to hug you back, but when he does, he wraps his arms tightly around your waist, bringing you into his lap.
Only after an hour of silence does he speak
âI feel like iâm stuck. These powers are killing me, the board is fucking annoying, the folk believe iâm wicked and cruel and i have no idea what to do about anything.â
He looks up at you with desperate eyes, âDo you believe Iâm truly wicked?â
You shake your head in honesty. âNo, honey. I have not met anyone as smart, kindhearted and brave as you. Others do not know you like I do but they should,â you whisper, hands going through his tussled hair. âYouâve been hiding behind your mask for too long, Eris. Let people see the real you.â
The room goes quiet, the only sound being the beating of your hearts.
Slowly his lips meet yours in a new and experimental kiss. He stares up at you with his pupils blown but before you can apologize and get off his lap, he kisses you again and locks his arm around you
âThank you,â he whispers between heating kisses, âThank you, beautiful.â
CASSIAN
âHi there sugar, what can I do for you?â Cassian asks sweetly as he flicks your nose with his finger, happy that you ran into his office and immediately plopped down on his lap
âCan you fuck me?â you ask, frustrated with the lack of dick lately.
His eyes widen slightly at your words, then he slowly cracks a handsome smile. âGods. How inappropriate of you,â he teases, the amusement clear in his voice.
His teasing almost makes you sob. This was totally NOT the time. You almost roll your eyes before realizing he will so not give in if you give him that
âCassian, iâm begging you. I want, no- need to be fucked. Please, iâm losing hearing in my left ear,â you beg as you get closer and sit in his lap, rubbing your hands all over his chest
He looked incredibly good, almost unfairly so. Cassianâs jaw and chin had grown scruffy in a ruggedly masculine way that made him look older and even more attractive.
A week without seeing him had only heightened your weakness for his body, making you throb.
âLosing hearing? You must be really dying for me, huh? Alright then. Iâll let you ride,â he smirks at you while unbuckling his belt.
He finally fucking letâs you fuck, hitting spots that makes you go fuzzy brained.
You make him promise to never be gone again before going for another ride, satisfied when he breathlessly promises.
LUCIEN
There is not a bigger shit-talking couple in Prythian than you two
One look between you two is enough.
Someoneâs being annoying? You share an annoyed glance. Someoneâs being rude? You share a baffled glance. Somethingâs juicyâs happening? You share a glance that says you will so talk about it when you get home.
ââ and he has the audacity to two-time her? Heâs lucky to find even one person willing to date him,â you gossip, lounging in Lucienâs lap, your voice dripping with disbelief.
âYouâre not going to believe this, but this isnât his first time. He did that to Tamlinâs cousin too,â Lucien adds, his tone filled with incredulity.
âNo way,â you gasp in disbelief, shaking your head as the gossip sinks in.
âYeah, apparently this guy fucks around in all courts and cheats on anyone willing to stomach. What a fucking loser, honestly,â Lucien nods in agreement, disdain evident in his voice. âThe sick bastard gets off on it.â
âThat reminds me, guess what I heard about Rhys in Ritaâs yeaterday,â Lucien prompts, leaning in with a sly grin, clearly ready to share some gossip.
âSome males and females were talking about Rhys, saying he's replaced Feyre with a clone,â Lucien whispers, his tone laced with disdain. âAnd get thisâ they think her transformation from human to fae is fake and that there is no way she could possibly be the mother of Nyx.â
âA clone? Theyâll say anything these days,â you exclaim, raising an eyebrow incredulously.
âThat's exactly what I'm saying! They're probably just making shit up out of thin air,â Lucien replies, nodding in agreement.
âI wouldn't put it past them,â you say, shaking your head as you reach for a biscuit, happy to be sitting and gossiping with your love.
AZRIEL
Azriel loves when you sit on his lap.
It makes him feel safe and relaxed knowing you're close to him.
It's something he does every day when he comes home - having you in his lap. Sometimes you both sit quietly, other times you talk or fuck or cuddle, depending on how youâre feeling.
Azriel especially likes the fuck part.
He loves the part where you sit on his lap while he works. If youâre good, heâll bend you over his desk and fuck you. If not, he still fucks you but he does it with no mercy
He makes you sit on his dick and tells you not to move and inch or you will be edged for hours, not being allowed to cum once
Fucking torture is what it is honestly
âStop moving around so much, i canât focus.â
âDo you blame me? Youâve buried your dick in me, of course iâm moving. Maybe do something about that.â
He raises his eyebrows at your snarky comment. If itâs something he didnât need today it was sass.
His day was quite shitty and all he needed was his sweet mate who would kiss away his problems and take his dick perfectly
Azriel smiled slightly as he put his pen down. He would take out his frustrations on you today.
âYou want to be fucked? Letâs fuck,â he says in a low tone
In the end, all his papers are scattered, all pens on the floor.
He is relaxed and all smiley while youâre on deathâs doorđ
#talkswithamara#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#acotar x reader#acotar imagine#azriel#rhysand#eris vanserra#azriel fluff#azriel fic#azriel imagine#azriel fanfic#azriel shadowsinger#azriel acotar#high lord rhysand#rhysand acotar#rhysand a court of thorns and roses#rhys x reader#rhysand x reader#cassian#cassian x reader#cassian acotar#lucien vanserra x reader#lucien vanserra#lucien x reader#lucien acotar#eris vanserra acotar#eris vanserra fic#eris vanserra x reader#eris acotar
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
to teach a captain - part 2 (luffy x reader 18+ fanfic)
summary: If the âDâ in his middle name didn't stand for dick, you donât know what would.
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7
rating: 18+ explicit, minors do not interact!
tags: pwp, nsfw, smut, sexual content, masturbation, first times, self discovery, cluelessness, luffy is a curious guy, sub!luffy, dirty talk, "good boy," some praising, reader is a member of the crew, post-time skip, second-hand embarrassment, you will cringe, no use of y/n
A/n: the real spice starts now. I got carried away and wrote like 6k words for this one. Luffy, ur my goat forever. on ao3 here!
words: 6.1k
âTalk to me? About what? I find it hard to believe you would end your time out there just to talk to me.â
Without a beat, Luffy tilts his head. âYou didnât answer my question earlier, and I wanted to know why,â he says, crossing his arms.
âWhat?â But you didn't need to ask what he meantâyou knew exactly what he was talking aboutâbut that didnât stop your entire body from freezing.Â
âYou had your clothes off, making noise, and had that thing. At first, I thought you were in pain, but then when I came in, you seemed⊠good. I have no idea what happened.â
You swallow thickly, only looking at the deep brown of Luffyâs eyes. You feel a heavy blush form on your face as you struggle to find any words.Â
âIâm sorry, Luffy, but I donât think we should talk about it,â You say. âI donât think itâs appropriate.â
âWhat? Thatâs not fair.â Luffy whines.
âWhatâs not fair?â
âYou were having a good time, and I want to know why. The way you talked⊠you looked like you were having fun.â
Your body tenses into a rigor mortis level of shock.
âYou want to know what you saw?â
He nods adamantly.
âLuffy, how long were you watching?â
He shrugged it off like it was no big deal. âA while.â
You blink. Luffy definitely saw everything then. The feeling of him seeing your bare form pleasuring yourself with no guilt is enough to make your face light on fire. You cuss at yourself for not closing the door like you shouldâve.
âHow old are you again, Luffy?â
âUh⊠19?â
âThatâs what I thought,â You mumble, sighing so hard you groan. âIf you donât know, I canât imagine you know other thingsâ anything aboutâŠâ a pause, â do you know where babies come from?â
Luffy scratches his chin.
âIsnât it a giant bird? I think Grandpa told me that once.â
âYeah, thatâs what Iâd thought you would say. Okay, we both need to sit down for this one.âÂ
You rustle some stacks of clothing off your bed onto Namiâs bed to the right of you before you sit on the edge of the sheets. Luffy plopped onto the edge beside you, kicking his feet against the bed frame.
âIf this were anyone else on the Sunny, I wouldnât need to think twice about entertaining this,â but of course, itâs Luffy. You sigh. âSo, we can talk about it, but no relaying ANYTHING about this to the crew, got it? This conversation cannot get to them.â
Another shrug. âSure, thatâs fine.â
You sigh and rub your face, watching Luffy through your fingers for a moment before sliding them down and crossing your arms.
âYou can ask away then.â
Luffy perks up and grins. His mind was off to the races.
âWhat was that noise you were making?â
How you painfully grimace at the first question tells you how much youâll enjoy this conversation.
âWell, thatâs what happens when you, uh, when people do what I was doing?â Your voice turns into a question by accident. If this was anyone else but Luffy, you wouldâve tapped out here, but you know Luffy would never let you hear the end of it.
Luffy hums, reflecting on your answer.
âWhat were you doing?â
Yep, we are going there.
âUh, I was making myself⊠feel good. Itâs called masturbating, orâŠpleasuring oneself.â You cringe at the informative tone in your voice as you mull it over. âLike you said.â
âWhat were you using?â
âUsing? What do you meanââ Before Luffy answers your question, you realize he meant your dildo. âOh, it was⊠a tool.â
âA tool? Like, to help fight?â
âNo, itâs to help me feel good. Itâs called a toy.âÂ
Luffy looks around the room.
âDo other people need that?â
âFor what?â
He briefly thinks about the question, scratching his head like the words are right there.
âIf they want to feel like that too.â
âHardly,â you snort. âGuys never have it that rough; usually, hands work fine. Women may. It just depends on whether they need some extra help.â
As far as you know, you recall Nami telling the girls she gets her pleasure from men on different islands and usually her hands if weâre stuck on the sea for a while. Robin doesnât mention her individual sex life, but youâd assume Franky takes care of her whenever she needs a pick-me-up.
âThen why do you need a toy?â Luffy asks.
âMan, LuffyâŠâ You mumble, arms supporting you as you fall back on your bed. âThis is a lot for me.â
When you look at him, his pout says it all. You pinch the bridge of your nose with the strength that could knock you out of this nightmare, yet disappointed that youâre still here.
âOkay, okay, fine. Sometimes, during these moments, itâs harder for me to reach the same⊠conclusion than it is for others, so I need the assistance of a toy to help me. I donât know much about the othersâthatâs not really something people talk about to each other.â
Luffy perked up at your last sentence.
âHuh? The others do it, too?â
âWell, maybe. Thatâs not for me to know.â You say. You try to shrug it offâthinking about it too much will make you want to knock on every door you need to open on the Sunny.
âWhy canât the crew just help you next time?â Luffy asks.
Suddenly, the bed no longer offers support as you sit straight up. You didnât need to say anything; Luffy saw your concern screaming before you could open your mouth.
âWeâre nakama! I would do anything for you guys. The others feel the same.â He says with a smile. Luffyâs words make it seem like the easiest answer, practically beaming at a newfound resolve. It just makes you sink into the mattress more.
âThatâs not exactly⊠something that requires you guys. People donât usually help each other with thisâŠâ You stop before you explain only people who are very close can, but you know Luffy wouldnât know how close that is unless you explain it.
âDoes that mean you wonât tell me how to do it?â
âTell you?â You ask. Luffy nods, and you only widen your eyes more. âWait, you want me to tell you how to masturba-â you clear your throat before finishing, âtell you how ?â
âYou said it felt good, right? I wanna know how, then!â
Your captain is a nice guy, giving you a clean, optimistic smile after his words. To him, this is practically like learning a new combat skillâthe way he fights for his nakama means he always wants to learn how to get stronger. You guess this is just another skill for him. To you, this obviously crosses intimate boundaries.Â
You sigh, âYou wanna know that bad, huh?â
Luffy nods.
You gaze at Luffy, wondering how you should go about this. You know heâs a loose canon when it comes to anything in the realm of keeping things private. He couldnât keep Mr. 0 a secret even when their lives depended on it! On top of that, Luffy is the type of guy to pester you about something heâs curious about until he finds out or flatlines. If you tell him no, he could possibly keep asking until everyone on the ship hears about it. Your mouth opens to deny him, but itâs lost on your tongue.
If explaining to him how to please himself is all it is, maybe you can rush him through the steps and have him out the door shortly after. After all, he is seriously uneducated, which may help him in the long run. For what exactly, only God knows. Youâre just a girl.
âIf it means you keep this all a secret.â You relent, âPromise? Like, really promise. I know youâre horrible at keeping them, but I need you to just this once.âÂ
It makes Luffy perk up, crisscrossing his legs and resting his hands on his ankles. âPromise!â He says with a toothy grin. Heâs ready to listen.
âOkay, you know yourâŠpenis-â another cringe, âbetween your legs?ââ You ask, gesturing to his crotch. You have to find a baseline about what he even knows in the first place.Â
âWhat, the family jewels?â
Wow, off to a great start.
â⊠yeah. thatâs what a man has with their penisâitâs your version of genitaliaâwhereas womenâŠ. itâs a long story⊠but I'm sure you saw the difference.â
He nods again, making you groan. You realize he really did see all of your pussy this morning, not to mention in excruciating pleasure. Judging by his face, he doesnât seem confused as to what you mean when referring to his junk. That at least helps the awkwardness of this.
âAlright, yâknow how sometimes you wake up and youâre hard?â
âWhat do you mean hard?â Luffy blinks.
âHard means when your dick, or penis, yâknow, is hard. When you wake up like that, itâs called âmorning wood.ââ You cringe at yourself again, but less severe.
âOooohhh, yeah, you mean when itâs hard to pee!â Luffy says.
âYeah, thatâs kinda what Iâm talking abââ
âYou mean like this!â Luffy smiles, reaching for his pants. He unbuttons his shorts and pulls the hem of his boxers down. Â
âW-what the hell are you doing?â You squeak, scrambling around.
By the time you think to turn away, you see Luffyâs hand pop out from his shorts, followed byâŠ
âSee?âÂ
His dick is in his hands semi-hard. Itâs flush against his fingers, almost the exact same color as his skin, except for a tinge of pink that lightens the more you travel towards the tip. Your eyes bulge out.
âWoah, youâre already hard⊠thatâs surprising.â
âYeah, it's like this a lot.â
For some reason, his words send a strange spark in you. Of course he has working bodily functionsâthat makes a lot of senseâbut you suppose it surprised you. At first, it seemed like Luffy was completely oblivious, his body included.
âYou're very red,â He says, his other hand starts waving in your face, snapping you out of your thoughts. âAre you okay?â
âY-yeah, yeah Iâm fine,â You say with a nervous laughter. âBut you donât just whip it out like that, man.â
âOh, sorry, I figured I could since youâre teaching me.â
You look down at his dick still in his hand, except this time, itâs grown to what you guess is his full length. Compared to others youâve seen in the past, his length is a little smaller. You canât tell completely without staring it, and you donât feel like gawking would be that nice.
âItâs fine. We can work on courtesy later, but itâs super important you know about consent. Just know youâre allowed to stop whenever youâre uncomfortable with this, or by me, alright? When you talk aboutâor do âtopics like this, itâs important to know this if youâre overwhelmed or if you donât like whatâs happening, understand? Thatâs called consent. Are you okay to keep going?â
 âYeah,â He smiles, âso, what do I do now?â
You shift a little, trying to scan the room for literally any answer that would get you out of this situation without your face feeling on fireâat the very least without talking about his penis againâbut you cannot find a single reality. There is nothing but the goddamn wall of the girlâs dorm looking back at you.
You hope your face isnât red anymore, or else youâll think youâll die from high blood pressure.Â
âOkay, go ahead and put your hand on it like this.â You do a hand demonstration, lightly grasping the tips of your fingers together to form a lazy âOâ and gesturing for him to do the same. Luffy grips the middle of his shaft on the second attempt after floating his hand around the head.Â
âThen youâll want to pump into it a few times.â You pump your hand ring into the air, one that he followed suit around his dick.
His movement is stagnant and uncoordinated, imitating your motions with a waver. His hand shakes in all different directions, making his dick shift like a goddamn joystick. But itâs enough to start stimulating himself.
Slowly, his shaft begins to grow a little more.
And more. And more. AndâŠ
âŠHoly shit.
âLike this?â Luffy asks.
âY-yeah, Luffy, itâs working,â you say, slack-jawed.
If the âDâ in his middle name didn't stand for âdick,â you donât know what would.
His hand gripped around the base of his shaft is now a fraction of the entire length, whereas previously, it covered everything but the head. Maybe his dick was still flaccid when he took it out. If thatâs the case, bro was packing a fucking monster this whole time??
And you realize how much youâve been staring.
âWhat now?â Luffyâs voice puts you back to reality.
âWell, there's one more thing that helps.â You get up slowly, your legs trembling a bit. You shake it off and walk off to the side to reach into the confines of your drawer again. What you pull out after rustling through the clothes is the small bottle of lube, almost empty from this morningâs events. You shake the bottle back and forth before popping the top open and reaching for Luffyâs hand. Although he looks at it quizzically, he obliges to give you an outstretched palm when you reach for it. You squirt a quarter-sized amount, which slowly spreads around the surface.Â
You motion for him to close and open his hand, making him spread the lube to the rest of his palm and fingers. He grimaces at the sight, watching the sticky substance break apart into small strings before separating, but he still looks back at you for more directions.
âGood, okay, go ahead and do what you did earlier.â
He nods, eyes now filled with determination for a newfound purpose. With one hand toying with the fabric on his clothed thigh, the other hand encircles his girth again, now barely touching fingertips as he starts to move up and down the shaft. It doesnât take long for the lube to spread across his length, leaving small beads that move everytime he glides over them.Â
âThis is feels different. This feels,â He trails off, but you can tell by the fluidity in his arm that the stimulation feels betterâŠ
Youâre really gawking now. You rip your eyes away and stand up from the bed.
âWell, you keep doing that until, you know⊠alright, I have to leave, I hope youââ
Luffy whines your name. You feel a hand grab your wrist gently, immediately removing his grasp when you turn around.
âWait.â Luffy's eyes set on where he touched you, then back to your eyes.
âWhat is it?â You ask. You look down to see his dick still in his hand, stroking up and down. You swear thereâs a pink tinge dusted on the apples of his cheeks.
âI need to know if Iâm doing it right!âÂ
âYeah, Luffy, but God, you want me to watch you while you do it?â You ask.
âIs that such a big deal?â Luffy gives you puppy dog-like eyes, almost offended that you donât want to look at him. âI thought you said you were gonna help me.â Luffy says sheepishly, lowering his eyebrows.
Obviously, it is a big deal, but heâs so innocent for his own damn good that you canât even argue with him at this point. He really doesnât want you to leave, but youâve wanted to keep his privacy as a top priority. Regardless, you know your say on things wonât get you anywhere, now. You swallow a lump down your throat.
âI guess itâs not.â You sit back next to him.Â
His feet sit firm on the plush pink carpet, he continues.
âSo?â You hear his breath hitch, seeing his lips purse a little. His voice is quiet now. âAm I⊠doing it right?â
âYes, you are.â You say. âIf you need to, you can also control the pressure by squeezing or loosening your grip, slowing down or speeding up your hand, too.â You do some more motions with your hand, pumping it in the air with different speeds. He nods before focusing on his hand.Â
He changes his pace, you see his hand lose tension around his member and go slow for a few pumps as he tests the feeling. You watch your captain languidly pump his length back and forth, before he hums his disapproval. You see his hand start to speed up now. Small veins from his hand to his arms start to peak out from the firmness of his grip.
Luffyâs breath hitches again, this time at the change of pace, brows now furrowed a little.
âOkay, how long do I go for?â
âAs long as you want to, but usually, there is a good stopping point. Youâre trying to cumâuh, climax, which is where it feels the best, but youâll know when that is when your penis⊠well youâll see,â you shift. You hope itâs not too long. Luffy is a guyâa beginnerâ, so youâll assume he wonât last long for his first time.
You realize the words sound crude coming out of your mouth, but if you could figure it out by yourself years ago, Luffy can too with a rudimentary explanation. The whole time, Luffy focuses on your words in agog, fully digesting each part. He goes right back to pumping himself with a firm nod.
âThat means Iâm doing it right?â He asks.
âYes, Luffy, youre doing it right.â
âOkay.â
Youâre limited in what you should say at this point. His vest is unbuttoned, revealing a chest that heaves after each firm thrust of his arm. Heâs starting to throw his head back slovenly, the lids of his eyes lowering until they shut tight together. You donât think you can look at his face anymore. At least without having a deep pool collect in your stomach. This is purely for Luffy and his educational purposes, after all. Itâs stupid of you to feel anything more than that.
Your eyes nail to the wall, the very same place you chucked the bottle of lube at when Luffy first found you, trying to stifle the urge to stare. Itâs futile, however, all you can hear is the small shallow huffs from the side of you. Luffy notices your sudden disassociation, however.Â
âYou can keep looking.â He says quietly.
âR-right.â
You look down at his hand, which moved from the shorts on his thigh to the mess of the sheets between you two. There are the veins on his skin you only see when heâs fighting, popping out from his forearms to the back of his hand.Â
One particular pump makes him whimper loudly, whipping his head back more and parting his lips. Then another, one that makes the whiny groan in his throat linger in the air, until his legs dart wider apart, clacking his knee against yours. The quick force of it makes you jump in your skin, letting out a squeak that snaps his head forward. His brown eyes search for you, darting between you irises with low lids.
Something strange has been setting you off. Â
With you specifically. You squirm in your place on the bed, only a few inches from your captain jacking himself off, feeling his pleasure so well, so vocally , and now looking at you with the eyes he has after being starved and seeing a feast. Dark, enticing, needy hues, but this time, so aroused . The musk from his body is soâÂ
âHey,â Luffy calls out your name again. His voice has a waver in it now, a sound not lost on you, and one that is dripping more with the feeling of desire, of lust , that you certainly detect. The entire time youâve known Luffy, youâve never heard his voice have such a neediness in it. You never wouldâve guessed it was possible. Your thighs shift together subconsciously, creating some space between your once-grazing legs.
 âAm I doing it good?â He whines again. Its so breathless, so lovely. That voice so coaxed with fervor. Each word lingers a little bit more in the air the more he speaks, making your face hot and body hotter.
âYes. Yes Luffy, you are.â You whisper. âDo you feel good?â A small sound comes out of Luffyâs mouth after your words come out. Itâs almost like a hiccup, one that erupt throughout his body as his hips jut forward.
âI, think so,â He says, he looks all over your body, âYeah, I do feel good.â
Your breath hitches. Thereâs a pause that feels like hours have replaced seconds.
âI feel good when you say that,â Luffy whines. âI think.â
Your chest swells as you look into his eyes. You see theyâre staring right back at your face, looking at each individual feature like itâs the first time heâs seen you. Like, really seeing you.Â
âWhat do you mean, Luffy?âÂ
âWhen you tell me I'm doing a good job. Hahh ,â Luffy moans. You see his eyes dart to your lips which you didnât realize until now that your biting between your teeth. âAm I still doing it?â
âYes, Luffy, so, so good.â
Is it wrong for you to enjoy seeing this? His hand palms the sheets more, head whipped back again from firm, languid pumps to his dick, and heâs whining from it now. He sounds so desperate for release, so welcoming for every tinge of pleasure he receives from himself that builds up more towards an awaited ecstasy.
His head lazily tilts towards you, his eyes open and on you, drinking up the very essence of you.
It almost feels like youâre naked.Â
âPlease...â He mewls out, which commands your attention from whatever haze itâs in.Â
ââPleaseâ what, Luffy?â Your voice is a thin veil of what it was prior, with an airy breath that crashes with the impermeable heat radiating from his body.Â
âI donât- mmph!-â Another delectable whine escapes his lips. He continues, âI donât know, justâahh, please â âÂ
The hand previously entangled in the sheets finds purchase on your shoulder, his needy fist grasping the strap of your tank top. The abrupt move causes your stance to falter due to his inadvertently tugging you down closer. Your eyes are level now, with your noses just a hair from touching. Your hands land on his thighs, and Luffyâs pace falters while his breath hitches at your touch.Â
Luffy stares at you, and your senses are overwhelmed; His brown eyes seem to swallow your closest features, the hot breaths and hiccups that escape his mouth ghost upon your lips, and the downright filthy sounds his lubed hand makes against his cock have you reeling. He never takes his eyes off of you, even as his expression shifts to desperation and his whines evolve into needy whimpers.
âTell meâŠÂ mngh that Iâm doing good, Iâm still doing good, yeah?â You notice his fingers flex in the grasp he has on you. For a brief moment, you wonder how it would feel to have even one of those thick fingers inside of you.Â
âYouâre doingâŠso good. Youâre so good at touching yourself, LuffyâŠÂ good boy .â The rational part of your mind is shocked at the words coming out of your mouth, but the way Luffyâs leg twitches and breath wavers at the sound of praise from your lips silences any rationality you may be harboring.Â
Almost under his breath, he murmurs out a reply whilst his gaze flicks from your eyes to your lips; âYeah, Iâm..â he begins, â...your goodââ
Before you can even muster a reply, He whimpers in a voice you never heard, your name wavering on his tongue, instantly stealing your attention and giving you a bellowing heartbeat.Â
âI feel something.â He says, letting his words faded out with a breathless huff. âSomething new , hahh, I donâtâŠâ
âYeah, IâI know that.âÂ
âWhat do I⊠do I do?â His lids are low when he looks at you, pleading for an answer in the colors of your eyes. Your chest feels tight from his small voice, encompassed by a lit flame inside that compels you to speak.
âIf you want, please keep going.â You breathe, a horribly devious idea coming to your head. Itâs a want to push him further to the edge. âYouâre doing so good, Luffy.â
â Mmmh. â
You donât know whatâs worse: In the beginning, when Luffy revealed to you and only you his desire when watching you touch yourself, or hear his lustful whines and moans that only elevate because of you. Your voice being the thing your strong captain, with a bounty of countless berries, needs right now. His pleas and wants make you want to see the end of this.Â
Luffy pants more now, loosened hair clinging to his forehead, tongue peaking out to moisten his lips as his eyes start to squeeze shut. His pace is faster now as he groans in delight, quickly learning a pace and intensity that he needs . Itâs an instinct of his he never knew, a yearning programmed in his brain that compels him to stroke his length faster, itâs a yearning you share as you watch thick beads of precum drip out.Â
It was extremely enticing. His plush lips once encased in smiles now slackjaws in stuttering breaths. His chest is heaving in a way youâve never seen in his fightsâwhereas his chest hollows out in deep, robust pillars of breath during a battle, itâs now unsure, uncertain, but so daring to steal another fading breath.Â
Watching your captain build this unsteady breathing tempo, the way his arm juts around as his eyes languidly blink, and most of all, the way his hand grips and pumps onto himself. You can see from his jutting hips and louder huffs that heâs close, and you can practically see his way to climax. But you know something is very off.
As his arm starts to shake a little more each time, just as Luffy mewls his loudest, starting to hitch his breath, starting to garble unintelligible things, closer and closer to a sweet release. Suddenly, he releases the grip from your shoulder, fingers unclench as it wavers, flinching up and down in the air. In an instant, he grabs onto your plush thigh with such strength you do more than flinch. You moan loud. Luffy doesnât notice your voice, though; heâs too preoccupied with the fireworks that are going off in his head.
Thatâs when you register whatâs wrong.
You hear knocks on the deck above you. Itâs footsteps of people.
Itâs the crew.
Your uneven breathing once aroused and whining from Luffy is now panicked in fear. You look to him; heâs so close now you can see his lids flutter.
Thereâs no way they won't hear him. You huff against him, seeing him teeter, hand gripping on you, moving closer and closer to your crotch. You decide to do something you didnât think twice about until you moved in towards Luffy.
â I, Iâm âŠâ mmf! â Luffy pants, but is swiftly cut off by you. Your lips bury themselves against his, so rugged and rough that Luffyâs eyes widen against it. Your hand latches on to the side of his head, intertwining the fingers with his black hair as you push into him. You feel his whole body jolt, going so stiff except for his rapidly moving arm until it suddenly stops.Â
Luffy moans against your lips, pushing against you so hard you feel the vibration of his vocal chords. His lids lower, eyes unfocused as he starts to helplessly whimper into your mouth.Â
You feel small, warm ropes of liquid sputter onto your arm, your shirt, reaching all the way to his neck as he whines again and again. All tries to moan his orgasm are stiffle by your mouth against his, the sounds muffling enough that you know they wonât hear.Â
You move you lips away, seeing a small string of saliva before it quickly breaks, and you realize how fast you need to act before the crew comes.
When his moans are replaced with breathy huffs, and his hands lay comatose at his sides. You spring into action. Your shirt is already covered in ropes of cum, so itâs the first thing you decide to change. You rip off your shirt, revealing your chest to Luffy right next to you. You cover your hand with the fabric and wipe down the cum on your arm in one fluid motion. You rub the stain off of your neck. Luffyâs body follows suit. A frantic apology leaves your lips as you clean his chest, arm, and hand with your shirt. You toss it, immediately grabbing for a clean shirt from the neglected pile of laundry. Once its shimmied on, you whip to Luffy, another apology as you lift the hem of his boxers, trapping his half-hard member inside before hiking his boxers and shorts back up, buttoning and zipping up the fly with speed that Luffy doesnât say anything.
In Luffyâs daze, you rush him out of the girlsâ room to the hallway. You straighten his back out, make sure all of his clothes are straight on him, and try to act as normal as possible. Normal like you didnât just teach your captain how to jack off. Or kiss him.
Almost on cue, some of the crew appear into the hall. Smiling when they see you and Luffy. All except Ussop, who immediately clamors to Luffy as soon as he registers him.
âYou!â Ussop points to him, stomping over to Luffy with a vengeance. âWhere the hell were you? I was looking for you everywhere, man!â
Luffy just looks at him, partially confused, partially still in a post-nut delirium.Â
Ussop is hammering into him something, you honestly arenât paying attention, as you see the other crewmates walk down. The girls come next, both carrying comically large numbers of shopping bags. Sanji is following them, practically hovering behind them as he asks them about their time. You see a patch of moss-colored hair and some bones too, they wave their salutations before heading to different areas of the ship.Â
You smile and wave back at everyone, putting on a curt smile.Â
âSo? That doesnât give you an excuse to ot say anything before you leave. Jeez, what am I gonna do with you.â
Luffy manages to shrug, the larger half of his indifference showing towards Ussop, but you are at least relieved to see heâs starting to use some braincells. Ussop starts to sniff in the air when he catches a whiff of something. He steps towards Luffy.
âEw, Luffy, you reek likeâŠâ Ussop stops, pauses for a second to look at you. Youâre only a few feet away from them, but with his puzzled glance it feels like your seeing things through a wide lens. His attention immediately jumps back to Luffy when he breathes in, wrinkling his nose a little as Luffy tries to step back. Ussop doesnât let him, gripping the front of his shirt. âDude, you need to take a bath anyway. Itâs been way too long.â
âWhat? No way? I hate that tub, I get all weak and stuff!â Luffy groans. For his last attempt, he pries each finger off of his vest, but Ussop turns to him and jerks both of his hands around the nape of his collar.Â
âYouâre going now!â Ussop shouts, walking away and hauling Luffy with him.
âNooo. Help me! AHHHH!â Luffy screams, kicking his legs against the floorboards as his hands scramble at his collar. With no luck, Ussop drags him down the hall with immense irritation. Itâs honestly surprising how well Ussop can manhandle the captain. They disappears around the corner of the hallway, but not without Ussop giving you a glance and following. The eye he gives you sends a chill down your spine. Does he know what happened?Â
Oh God.Â
You attention is immediately stolen as a mop of blonde hair whisks you around to face his figure. The cook takes your hands in his so gently.
âAh, mademoiselle, I hope youâre doing alright.â Sanji kisses your hand. âWas it alright being on the ship by yourself?â
âYeah! Um, it was, uh⊠things were okay, I guess.â You spit out. In your mind, you curse yourself for sounding so obviously not okay, but it doesnât seem like Sanji notices.
âAhh, if only I hadnât promised Luffy to take him to that restaurant, I wouldâve spent it with you.â He cooes. âThat idiot captain barely stayed with us before he disappeared to wherever God knows. I wasted my time instead of pampering a delicate lady.â
So he really did sneak away. was it really all because of you?
âOh, I see, maybe next time.â You plaster on a not-so-convincing smile, but it was just enough for Sanji, as he let go off you and instantly ran towards Nami, who was walking towards you too.
It seems that Sanji had flailed his arms wide open to try and embrace Nami before he was promptly shut down by Namiâs right hook. He falls head first on the floor.
âHey girl!â Nami says, entirely ignoring Sanjiâs limp body as she steps over him, as ruthless as ever. âI got you some things.â She smiles, rustling through her loads of bags in hand.
A humongous gift bag with pretty tissue paper poking out of the edges is put in your hands, you look at her quizzically.
âThanks, Nami! But whatâs with the fancy bag?â You ask. When you take it, your arm almost gives out from the sheer weight of the contents. What the hell is in here? You think.
âJust a little something I think you should have,â she wries. Nami has one of those grins on; the one where you know sheâs up to mischief. âTell me how you like them,â She says before scampering off, almost stepping on Sanjiâs twitching body in the process.
Robin comes up behind you and giggles. âShe said you need a wardrobe change soon when we start shopping. I couldnât stop her.â She smiles, now hold up a small bag of her own from a slew of other ones she had. âHere, take this.â
âAw thanks!â
âNo problem, itâs just what you asked for, by the way.â She winks, before also walking around you.Â
You hear the hinges creak behind you, meaning sheâs opening the door to the girlsâ dorm. Robinâs footsteps stop, making your heart drop to the goddamn floor.
âYou seemed to be busy in here.â
You turn around, remembering the state you left the room in. The girlsâ clothes that were once neatly stacked on your bed are either knocked over, greatly disheveled or both. Robin looks back at you with minor confusion.
âOh!â Your voice cracks as you shimmy past her figure in the doorway, rushing back to the bedside. âAbout that. The ship was⊠rocky earlier.â
âAt dock?â She asks with her usual soft smile, raising an eyebrow.
âYeah, um. Iâll fix it up, sorry for the mess.â You look down at the edge of the sheets, now noticing the small beads of bodily fluids from earlier. You quickly fold over the wrinkles formed on the sheet to cover it up. Robinâs on the other side of the room at this point, setting down the bags and sorting through them.
âI donât mind it at all. Just make sure Nami doesnât see her clothes on the floor. I donât think I can help you there.â Robin giggles.
You look between you and Namiâs bed, seeing a pile of her baby tees toppled off the bed and lay unfolded on the floor. You yank it back onto the bed immediately.
âRight.â You say. Jesus, how much sweat is on your face at this point. From how wildly embarrassed youâve reacted, she must think something is up.
Thankfully, Robin seems to have not noticed, or at least dropped the subject. Sheâs now in the corner of the room. Taking the things out her and Namiâs bags and hanging them up on the closet while she hums a soft tune.
âCute shirt, too.â Robin softly says.Â
In horror, you look down, realizing the shirt you threw on was Robinâs old Galley-La shirt.
âThanks.â You stammer.
Robin is almost a decade older than you. Sheâs in a relationship, and you hoping to God she doesnât realize what youâve been up to. Ussopâs questioning glance towards you tells you they both noticed something. Your heartbeat was frantic now.
You excuse yourself as you slip yourself out of the girlsâ room, frantically scurrying to the deck. You need some fresh air. Now.
At the deck's side railing, your feet brush on top of the soft bed of grass of the Sunny. You watch the waves brush up against the hull, gently lapping up against the wood before dispersing into the air. Tashini's shoreline is only a few yards away, greeting each ebb and flow of seawater.
You take a deep breath of the night air, releasing it with a languid sigh. Your hands have stopped shaking at least, but a feeling of morose still creeps into the back of your mind. Your heart beats at a regular tempo but with an echo that confuses you. You take a deep breath again.
You should probably change out of Robin's shirt now.
#x reader#fanfic#fem reader#reader insert#ao3 fanfic#my fanfic#one piece#monkey d luffy#luffy x reader#monkey d. luffy#luffy#one piece luffy#straw hat luffy#one piece fanfiction#one piece smut#monkey d. luffy x you#monkey d. luffy x reader#luffy smut#smut
532 notes
·
View notes
Text
@iamanoccasionaldoodler
Okay so,
There seems to be this negative reaction to the finale from a lot of Devil's Minion fans and I don't understand it for a lot of reasons, but one of them is ... I don't get why people are upset that, when read at it's worst, Armand and Daniel are seemingly not on good terms after Daniel is turned. I keep seeing this belief that Armand "abandoned" him, which I think is fully pulled from y'alls collective ass, and a disappointment that Daniel would call Armand a "fucking asshole."
But the thing about Armand/Daniel everyone seems to be forgetting is that even in the source material, they first had to tear each other down to their bare bones before they could see each other well enough to love one another -- REALLY love one another. Because Armand is a russian nesting doll of lies, masks, and emotional walls, and with Daniel, idek if I can explain it properly, but I think its some combination of Armand needing to break him a bit to get him on his level of broken freakitude, and also Armand not being able to relate to the 20th Century Human period and needing to drill down into Daniel's core, straight down into the monkey brain that every homo sapien has shared for eons, before he can find something he understands.
If we were to ever get a proper Devil's Minion storyline on this show (and we will), they've laid the perfect groundwork by having Daniel EVISCERATE Armand right to his face, slicing his Gorgon's knot of lies and schemes in half and leaving it lay on that table. And Armand's face! HIS FACE! He can't believe it! Seventy-seven years with Louis who never could unravel all the strings, or simply didn't care to even bother. And THIS guy who seemingly hates him found Armand fascinating enough to try. AND succeed!
And why wouldn't he? Daniel may not have remembered until they were nearing the end of the interview, but Armand SHOWED Daniel what was beneath the mask years ago, the very first time they met. The jealous, insecure, desperate creature that was hiding under there, that IS Armand to Daniel.
I'm getting off track here, but what I'm trying to say is that as much as Armand turning Daniel in the books is SUCH a flawless scene, ultimately, if you believe in the infinite and eternal nature of their love story, it doesn't matter whether Armand turned Daniel before they fell for each other, afterward, during a break-up or at the climax of their most romantic streak. Like Lestat said, "We'll be together ten thousand nights, a hundred thousand. What we're doing is hard."
So maybe Armand turned Daniel shortly after Daniel stripped him bare in front of Louis, and Louis was so disgusted by what he saw, he threw him into a stone wall. Daniel could have run, too. For some reason, he didnt. Armand could have killed him in an instant, sitting at that table or after Louis left. He didn't. Armand made a conscious decision to tie himself to this man who just exposed him for ETERNITY. Because as horrific an experience as it was, as devastating and life-altering, he was seen.
"It is difficult to explain how his words disarmed me, how efficiently succinct and impenetrable his argument was. All my conceptions, even my guilt and my wish to die, seemed utterly unimportant, and I completely forgot myself and the barbaric scene that surrounded me. For the first time in my life, I was seen."
Louis said those words about Lestat as he described being made a vampire, when he kissed Lestat on the altar.
That feeling, of someone cutting to the core of you and telling you exactly what you are as no one else has ever been able to understand, made Louis accept the Dark Gift from Lestat.
And it made Armand give that Gift to Daniel.
#iwtv meta#iwtv#interview with the vampire#amc iwtv#iwtv spoilers#the devil's minion#devil's minion#devils minion#the devils minion#the vampire armand#armand#daniel molloy#the vampire daniel#armandaniel
838 notes
·
View notes
Note
prompt: im not gay, but my husband is.
(I loved those scenes in 911 and lonestar where they only wanted the straight white guy to work on them, so I think it would be funny happening with married, bi buck!)
âNo, I don't want you touching me.â
They'd been sent on a call to a woman's residence. She had fallen in her driveway on the way to her car. From the moment they pulled up, trouble had started. She didn't want Hen touching her, wouldn't accept help from Chimney, and the second she spotted Diaz on Eddie's uniform she stopped him.
âWell, you're a straight, white man, Bobby,â Chimney said with a smile. âYou wanna take the lead?â
âWait,â Eddie put his hands on his hip, âdo interracial relationships matter to you too?â he asked the woman. âBecause, if so, Bobby's out.â
She looked around at everyone in a panic. âYou!â she exclaimed when her eyes met Buck's. âYou can do it, right?!â
âYes, I am capable of placing a splint on your leg,â he said with no enthusiasm as Hen handed over the splint.
He bent down to get started but she held her arm out to stop him. âYou're normal, right? You're not married to someone,â she glanced up at Bobby, âdifferent, are you? Not gay or anything?â
âOh, no ma'am, I'm not gay,â Buck assured her, before adding with a flash of his ring, âmy husband is though.â
âY- Your what?â
âMy husband.â
âSo you are gay?â
âMa'am, please don't get him started,â Hen begged. âHe will not shut up once he gets going.â
âThere are actually some people that believe bisexuality doesn't exist,â Buck began, waving a finger to emphasize his point. The groans from the rest of the 118 didn't detour him. âIt has been proven to cause mental health issues for people who identify as such, and in extreme cases-â
âOkay, okay,â Bobby interrupted, patting Buck's back a couple of times to get him to stop. âThis lady is very clearly âin distressâ and we should be focused on helping her.â He stared over at the woman, âIf she'll let any of us.â
âCan't you call another team or something? One that isn't filled with minorities and heathens?â
âThe 112?â Hen suggested.
Eddie shook his head. âAll women crew today.â He looked down at the lady, âI'm guessing you wouldn't like that?â
âThey're just not as capable as men,â she whined.
â143?â Chimney asked.
Buck stood back up. âWith Captain Garcia?â
âNo!â She yelled.
â217?â Eddie offered.
Buck perked up at that. He smiled at the lady on the ground. âYou'd get to meet my husband!â he exclaimed. âHe's working ground ops today. I could call him, give him a heads up?â He bent back down to the woman's level. âHe is the gay one though.â
The woman groaned before pushing herself up and grabbing her purse, jerking away at Buck's attempt to help. âYou know what? I'm just gonna take myself to the hospital,â she said as she started to hobble away.
âSay hello to Dr. Cohen for us,â Bobby said, sending her off with a wave. She let out one more angry yelp before getting into her car and slamming the door.
*****
Tommy had gotten home about an hour before Buck, already dressed in a white button down shirt tucked into black dress pants for dinner reservations they had that night.
When he heard the sounds of Buck's car door shutting, he headed to the front door and opened it, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.
âHey you,â he said with a smile.
Buck smiled back, dropping his duffel the second he reached the porch. He immediately wrapped himself around Tommy, surprising him with a kiss that elicited a moan from him.
âI got to call you my husband at work today,â Buck explained between kisses as Tommy gripped his waist. He led Tommy backward into the house, kicking the door shut behind him. âTwice.â
Tommy breathed out a laugh, pulling back just enough to look into Buck's eyes. âThis was your first shift back after our honeymoon,â he reminded him. âSo you lasted, what, twelve hours into your workday before mentioning me?â
Buck shook his head. âIt was our first call of the day,â he informed him. âMore like two hours.â
Tommy hummed, running his hands up and down Buck's waist. âYour whole team owes me double then,â he said before pressing a gentle kiss to Buck's lips.
It was Buck's turn to pull back this time. âWhat are you talking about?â
âThey were taking bets on how long it would take for you to mention you were married. I said it'd be less than twelve hours, and you'd mention it more than once. Wait-â He paused, then gave Buck's waist a squeeze, âdid you mention bisexual erasure?â
Buck sighed, his shoulders slumping. âIt's an important topic, Tommy!â
Tommy simply smiled. âI hit the jackpot, Babe.â
âYou placed bets on me?â Buck asked with his eyebrows furrowed.
âMhm,â Tommy replied. He shrugged. âI won like five hundred dollars.â
Buck's eyes darkened at that. In one quick motion, he turned them and shoved Tommy against the door, pawing at his shirt to get it untucked. âThat's so hot,â he moaned, smashing his mouth against Tommy's in a sloppy kiss.
They never did make their dinner reservations.
569 notes
·
View notes
Text
Iâll never forget when I was arguing with a person in favor of total prison abolition and I asked them âwhat about violent offenders?â And they said âWell, in a world where prisons have been abolished, weâll have leveled the playing field and everyone will have their basic needs met, and crime wonât be as much of an issue.â And then I was like âokay. ButâŠno. Because rich people also rape and murder, so it isnât just a poor person thing. So what will we do about that?â And I donât think they answered me after that. Iâm ashamed to say I continued to think that the problem was that I simply didnât understand prison abolitionists enough and that their point was right in front of me, and it would click once I finally let myself understand it. It took me a long time to realize that if something is going to make sense, it needs to make sense. If you want to turn theory into Praxis (Iâm using that word right donât correct me Iâll vomit) everyone needs to be on board, which mean it all needs to click and it needs to click fast and fucking clear. You need to turn a complex idea into something both digestible and flexible enough to be expanded upon. Every time I ask a prison abolitionist what they actually intend to do about violent crime, I get directed to a summer reading list and a BreadTuber. Itâs like a sleight-of-hand trick. Whereâs the answer to my question. There it is. No wait, there it is. Itâs under this cup. No it isnât. âThereâs theory that can explain this better than I can.â As if most theory isnât just a collection of essays meant to be absorbed and discussed by academics, not the average skeptic. âRead this book.â And the book wonât even answer the question. The book tells you to go ask someone else. âOh, watch this so-and-so, she totally explains it better than me.â Why canât you explain it at all? Why did you even bring it up if you were going to point me to someone else to give me the basics that you should probably already know? Maybe Iâm just one of those crazy people who thinks that some people need to be kept away from the public for everyoneâs good. Maybe that just makes me insane. Maybe not believing that pervasive systemic misogyny could be solved with a UBI and a prayer circle makes me a bad guy. But itâs not like womenâs safety is a priority anyway. Itâs not like there is an objective claim to be made that re-releasing violent offenders or simply not locking them up is deadly.
#Iâm sorry#there are just people out here who need punishment and to be contained and rehabilitation will not work#like Iâm one of the more insane people who thinks that you can rehabilitate anyone if they want to change and learn from their behavior#ANYONE#but there are people out here who do not and will not ever want it#and those people shouldnât get a pass because you read incomplete abolitionist theory once#and now you think that a UBI would solve everything#thatâs the thing about most abolitionists that Iâve noticed#once you press them on the hard shit#they go#well there are some good books on the subject#there are some other creators#okay#and what have those other books and creators said?#Tee Noir once started off a video telling people not to ask her to defend her defense of prison abolition#they should just âGoogle itâ she said (or something like that)#now I donât watch Tee Noir#gothra#feminism#social justice#prison abolition#criminal justice#prison reform#tw vomit
931 notes
·
View notes
Text
Describing your love trope with your future spouse as a writer
Pick a picture
MASTERLIST â PAID SERVICES
LONG POST AHEAD!
Pictures belong to their rightful owners, I only own the content of this post.
Picture 1
Arranged blind date
I stared at my reflection, the dress clinging to my frame in a way that was both flattering and unfamiliar. It had been months since Iâd worn anything other than sweatpants and old t-shirts. My heart pounded as I thought about the evening ahead. What had I let Emma talk me into?
âTrust me, y/n,â she had said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. âYou deserve someone who treats you right. This guy is perfect for you.â
I wanted to believe her. After all, Emma knew me better than anyone. She had seen me through the worst of my relationship with Adam, watched as I shrank into myself, convinced I was unworthy of love and respect. She had been my rock when I finally walked away.
Now, she was determined to help me move on, even if it meant dragging me into the world of blind dates.
âYou look stunning,â Emma said, stepping into my bedroom. Her smile was warm and reassuring. âAnd youâll be fine. Just be yourself.â
I nodded, trying to steady my breathing. âWhat if heâs... I donât know, another Adam?â
Emma shook her head firmly. âHeâs not. Trust me. Iâve known him for years. Heâs kind, funny, and heâs been through his own share of heartbreak. You two will understand each other.â
Taking a deep breath, I followed Emma out the door and into her car. As she drove, I gazed out the window, my mind a swirl of anxiety and hope. The city lights blurred past, a cacophony of life that felt distant and unreal.
We arrived at the restaurant, a cozy little place with warm lighting and the comforting aroma of home-cooked meals. Emma squeezed my hand. âHeâs waiting at table five. Go on, Iâll be right here if you need me.â
I hesitated, then nodded. âOkay. Here goes nothing.â
As I approached table five, I saw him. He was looking down at his menu, but there was something about him that immediately put me at ease. He had an air of quiet confidence, and when he looked up and our eyes met, he smiled. It was a smile that reached his eyes, genuine and warm.
ây/n?â he asked, standing up and offering his hand.
I took it, surprised by how natural it felt. âYes. And you must be Michael.â
He nodded, his grip gentle yet reassuring. âItâs really nice to meet you. Emmaâs told me a lot about you.â
I laughed nervously, taking my seat. âAll good things, I hope.â
âOnly the best,â he said, his eyes twinkling with kindness. âSheâs very fond of you.â
As we started talking, I found myself relaxing. Michael was easy to talk to, his sense of humor lightening the mood. He shared stories about his work as a graphic designer, his passion for painting, and his dog, Max, who sounded like a real character.
âSo, Emma tells me youâre quite the photographer,â he said, his tone genuinely interested.
I blushed slightly. âI dabble. Itâs just a hobby, really.â
âFrom what I hear, youâre pretty talented,â he replied. âMaybe you could show me some of your work sometime?â
I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through me that I hadnât felt in a long time. âIâd like that.â
The evening passed in a blur of laughter and easy conversation. For the first time in what felt like forever, I was enjoying myself. Michael was attentive, respectful, and genuinely interested in what I had to say. It was a stark contrast to the indifference and criticism I had grown accustomed to with Adam.
As we said our goodbyes, Michael looked at me with a hopeful expression. âI had a great time tonight, y/n. Can we do this again sometime?â
I smiled, feeling a lightness in my heart. âIâd like that very much, Michael.â
As I walked back to Emma, who was waiting with a knowing smile, I realized something. Maybe, just maybe, I was ready to open my heart again. And maybe this time, Iâd find the love and respect I truly deserved.
â ââ â
Emma hugged me as soon as I reached her. âSee? Told you it would be fine.â
I hugged her back, gratitude welling up in my chest. âThank you, Emma. For everything.â
She grinned. âThatâs what friends are for.â
And for the first time in a long while, I felt hopeful about the future.
Picture 2
Friends to lovers
I stood outside y/nâs apartment, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. The city was quiet tonight, the streetlights casting a warm glow on the sidewalk. I had been here countless times, but tonight felt different. Tonight, everything was about to change.
Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door. Almost immediately, I heard her footsteps approaching. The door swung open, and there she was, her smile lighting up the entire hallway.
âHey! Come on in,â she said, stepping aside to let me pass.
I walked in, my heart pounding in my chest. âHey, y/n. Thanks for having me over.â
We settled on her couch, the same spot where weâd shared countless conversations, laughter, and even tears over the years. She handed me a cup of tea, her eyes sparkling with the warmth I had come to cherish.
âSo, whatâs up?â she asked, taking a sip of her own tea. âYou sounded a bit urgent on the phone.â
I looked at her, really looked at her, and realized just how much she meant to me. Her kindness, her strength, her infectious laughâall the little things that made her who she was. It hit me like a tidal wave. I was in love with her. I always have been.
ây/n, thereâs something I need to tell you,â I began, my voice trembling slightly.
She set her cup down, her expression turning serious. âWhat is it? You know you can tell me anything.â
I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. ây/n, youâve been my best friend for as long as I can remember. Youâve been there for me through everything, and I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
She smiled, reaching out to squeeze my hand. âI am your best friend. I will always be there for you no matter what happens. Now tell me, what is bothering you?â
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the moment. âBut thatâs the thing. I donât just see you as my best friend anymore. Somewhere along the way, my feelings changed. Iâve fallen in love with you.â
Her eyes widened, and for a moment, there was a silence that felt like an eternity. My heart was in my throat, fear and hope battling within me.
âohâŠâ she whispered, her voice barely audible.
I pressed on, needing her to understand. âI know this might come as a shock, and I donât want to ruin what we have. But I had to tell you. I canât keep pretending that what I feel for you is just friendship.â
Her eyes searched mine, and I saw tears forming. Panic surged through me. Had I made a terrible mistake?
But then she smiled, a radiant, beautiful smile that took my breath away. âIâve been waiting for you to say that for so long.â
Relief washed over me like a flood. âYou... you have?â
She nodded, tears spilling over her cheeks. âIâve loved you for years. I was just too scared to tell you. I didnât want to risk losing you.â
I reached out, brushing a tear from her cheek. âYouâll never lose me, y/n. Youâre everything to me.â
She leaned into my touch, her eyes filled with love and vulnerability. âI love you.â
The words were like music to my ears. I pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly. âI love you too, y/n. More than youâll ever know.â
We sat there, wrapped in each otherâs embrace, the world outside fading away. All that mattered was this moment, the love we had finally confessed, and the promise of a future together.
As I held her, I realized something. Love had been right in front of me all along, in the form of my best friend. And now that I had found it, I was never letting go.
Picture 3
Opposites attract
I watched him from across the room, the way he moved with such effortless grace and confidence. The party was in full swing, laughter and chatter filling the air, but all I could focus on was Ethan. He was the epitome of extroversion, charming everyone around him with his easy smile and quick wit.
I, on the other hand, was more comfortable in the shadows, observing rather than participating. I preferred a good book to a loud party, a quiet evening at home to a night out on the town. Yet, here I was, drawn to someone who was my complete opposite in every way.
Ethan caught my eye and waved, making his way over to me. My heart skipped a beat, a mixture of excitement and nervousness swirling inside me.
âHey, Y/N,â he said, his voice warm and inviting. âWhy are you hiding over here all alone?â
I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. âJust taking a break from all the excitement.â
He laughed, a rich, contagious sound. âYou know, youâre the only person I know who comes to a party to take a break from it.â
I smiled, feeling a little more at ease. âWell, someone has to keep an eye on things from the sidelines.â
âMind if I join you?â he asked, his eyes twinkling with that mischievous spark I was starting to adore.
âSure,â I said, surprised by how much I wanted him to stay.
We sat down on the edge of the patio, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the warmth of the crowded house. For a moment, we just sat in comfortable silence, the sounds of the party fading into the background.
âYou know, Y/N,â Ethan said, breaking the silence. âIâve always admired how you can just... be. You donât need all this noise and attention to feel happy.â
I looked at him, surprised by his honesty. âAnd Iâve always admired how you can light up a room just by walking into it. You make everything look so easy.â
He smiled, a softer, more genuine smile than Iâd seen before. âItâs not always as easy as it looks. Sometimes, it feels like Iâm just playing a role. But with you... I feel like I can be myself.â
My heart swelled at his words. âI feel the same way, Ethan. With you, I donât feel like I have to hide.â
We continued talking, sharing pieces of ourselves we hadnât revealed to anyone else. I told him about my love for painting, how it was my way of expressing emotions I couldnât put into words. He opened up about his fear of being alone, how he surrounded himself with people to avoid facing his own insecurities.
As the night wore on, I found myself drawn to him in ways I hadnât expected. Despite our differences, or maybe because of them, we fit together in a way that felt right. His outgoing nature balanced my introversion, his confidence bolstered my shyness, and his warmth melted my reservations.
Ethan reached out, taking my hand in his. His touch was gentle, yet it sent a jolt of electricity through me. âY/N, I know weâre different, but I canât help how I feel. Being with you makes me want to be better, to be more.â
I looked into his eyes, seeing the vulnerability and sincerity there. âI feel the same way, Ethan. You make me feel... alive, like anything is possible.â
He leaned in closer, his gaze never leaving mine. âSo, what do you say we give this a try? Us, I mean. I know it wonât always be easy, but I think it could be something amazing.â
I smiled, my heart full of hope and excitement. âIâd like that, Ethan. Iâd like that a lot.â
As he pulled me into a gentle embrace, I realized that sometimes, the most unexpected connections can be the most beautiful. Despite our differences, or maybe because of them, we were falling for each other, and I couldnât wait to see where this journey would take us.
#pick a card#tarot#divination#tarot reading#spirituality#tarotcommunity#pick a photo#pick a pile#pick a picture#pick an image#future spouse#future lover#fs reading#fs tarot#love reading#love tarot reading#tarot readings#tarot cards#tarotblr#tarot deck#tarot pick a card#tarot pac#pac reading
741 notes
·
View notes
Text
my favourite birthday girl | j.fisher x reader
request: i would like to request can it be where jere and i are best friends and its my bday belly and conrad throw a surprise bday party for me at the becks beach house and jeremiah & i go upstairs and we go in his bedroom he confesses that he liked me since last summer and i have my first time with jere trying different sex positions like hes on top of me and im on top of him riding him & doing cowgirl style position lots of kissing can it be smut/angst and is it okay if i include my name and if not you can do y/n thanks babeâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžđ«¶đ»đ„°
a/n: i fricking LOVE this!! i had so much fun writing it and i hope you all enjoy!
warnings: SMUT (minors DNI), oral (fem! receiving), swearing, alcohol consumption, and jeremiah being a total sweetheart
â
the sun was shining brightly through the windows of my bedroom, the morning breeze coming through smelling of sea salt. i flutter my eyes open, taking in the warmth of the summer. i reach for my phone that was charging by my bed side. the moment the lockscreen wakes, itâs full of birthday messages.
i feel myself smile as i go through the individual texts from all my friends back home in maine. i respond to them all, thanking each of them for the kind and loving messages.
after doing so, i finally decide that itâs time for me to get out of bed. i stretch out the slumber from my body before crawling out of the warm bed. i grab my phone and my bluetooth speaker and head over to my bathroom to start my birthday right.
cruel summer by taylor swift starts playing loudly as i pull off my pajamas, which was in reality one of jeremiahâs old t-shirts. i decide to text my friends to see what the plans were for the day, assuming they had something in mind.
â
SUMMER GANGâïžđđ«¶
y/n!
goodmorning guys!! what are the plans for today?
stevie:
con and i are going fishing at the pier today
belly <3:
i told my mom that iâll go to the store with her today!! sorry girl!
y/n!:
thatâs fine haha have fun! tell laur i said hi:)
j:
i should be available today i think
connie:
i thought ur coming fishing?
stevie:
yeah!! boys trip!!
belly <3:
wow iâve nvr seen us all so busy lol
j:
wdym itâs a regular day
connie:
nvm mom says u need to clean ur room jere
stevie:
LOL
belly <3:
so true, itâs gross jeremiah
j:
shut upp
urs isnât any better bells
belly <3:
:(
y/n!:
stop being mean j
â
i close my phone, a bit disappointed that it appeared that all my friends forgot about my birthday. i try to shake it off and assume that theyâre all busy, so remembering a birthday isnât that big of a deal.
i step into my shower, washing my hair with my coconut shampoo and conditioner, lathering my body with body wash, and shaving every inch of my body. i sing to taylor swift as i shower, feeling my muscles relax in the warm water. i dry myself off with a towel and pull on a cute purple summer dress that i had gotten earlier last week.
after putting on some makeup and doing my hair, i figured that i was ready to go downstairs to see my family. at least they would remember my birthday.
you only turn seventeen once, plus laurel, susannah, and my mom always told me that seventeen is an amazing year.
my mom was preparing my favourite smoothie bowl when i got to the kitchen. her face lit up after seeing me turn the corner and a smile drawn up her face, âhappy birthday, my babygirl!â she exclaimed, pulling me into a tight embrace.
i hug her back, âthank you, momma!â
she hands me the beautiful smoothie bowl, âhere you go, sugar! let me go get you your presents!â
my mom scurries away to her office before returning with multiple gifts all wrapped up in colourful gift wrap. she places them on the kitchen island before sitting down beside me.
i was already half way done my breakfast when my dad and baby sister came into the kitchen.
âhappy seventeenth, babydollâ my dad grins, planting a kiss on my forehead, âi canât believe how grown up you are already.â
âhappy birthday sissy!â my four year old sister yells, hugging my leg. i ruffle her hair, thanking the both of them.
my mom urges me to open up the presents, she had always been a huge gift giver â seeing peopleâs reactions were her favourite thing. i open the sealed boxes, revealing lululemon clothing, a new ipad, gorgeous jewelry, and some makeup products that iâve been wanting to get.
âmom!â i exclaim, in shock of the overwhelming amount of gifts, âyou didnât have to!â
âoh, honey,â she coos, brushing my hair, âitâs your seventeenth birthday! of course i had to, do you like them?â
i look at her with my mouth opened agape, âyes, yes! of course i love them all! you know me so well, thank you!â
my arms wrap around my mom, squeezing her tight.
âmy first baby,â she whispers into my ear so my sister, lindsay, doesnât hear her, âi love you with my whole heart.â
i finish up the rest of my breakfast, while also admiring my new items. my dad also takes a few photos of us, most likely to post on his facebook page later. luckily, i look decent right now.
âeat up,â my dad says to me, âyour friends are probably waiting for you.â
i shrug, âtheyâre all busy today.â
my mom turns to me with a raised eyebrow, âseriously? do you want me to call susannah?â
i shake my head quickly, âno! itâs alright, really.â
âiâm sorry, babyâ my dad squeezes my shoulder, âyou can hang out with us today.â
i give him a small smile, âthat sounds good.â
the rest of the day was uneventful, well not exactly. it was moreso just a typical day for us. my sister and i went swimming in our pool, i watched tv with my parents, and scrolled through my phone a ton. i really didnât want to confront my friends about them forgetting my birthday, it wouldâve been immature was what i told myself. itâs not like iâm six anymore.
i was laying on my bed when i received a text message.
â
j:
heyy pretty
wanna come over? we just came back from fishing đŁ
y/n!:
sure :)
j:
awesome! see you soon!!
also wear something nice ;)
y/n!:
why?
j:
not that you donât always look nice!!!
my mom wants to take photos or smt lol
y/n!:
oooook
â
my brows furrow in slight confusion of the request but i shrug it off. i get up from my laying position and go to my closet to find something âniceâ. i find a black satin slip dress that i brought from back home, i figured this would be nice enough. i put it on and look at myself in front of my mirror.
i smooth down the material of the dress, checking how it looks from the side and from behind. i silently pray that jeremiah would like it, iâve overheard him, conrad, and steven talk about how jeremiah is an ass man multiple times â considering how the satin material of the dress perfectly fits my bum, iâm convinced heâll appreciate it.
i grab my phone, sunglasses, and my favourite lip gloss before heading downstairs. i see my parents cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie together with my sister fast asleep in the space next to them.
i slide on my white converse and head over to them, âiâm going over to the fishers.â i tell them. they smile and remind me to have fun and to be home by two am.
the walk over to the fisher summer home is brief, a quick five minute walk. them living only two houses over from mine always came in handy. i open up the front door before my vision became black.
âdo you trust me?â he says, jeremiahâs hands clamped over my eyes.
âif you ruin my mascara, j, i might cry.â i joke, âyes, i do trust you.â
âokay, good.â i can hear his infamous smile in his voice, âcome with me.â
he guides me slowly through the house, his hands still over my eyes. jeremiah lifts them off and it takes me a moment before noticing all the decorations put up around the kitchen. there are streamers hanging from the walls and across the ceilings, so many pretty balloons in every corner of the room, a huge âhappy birthdayâ sign hanging on the cupboards.
my hand flyes to clamp over my open mouth, âoh my god!â
steven, belly, laurel, susannah, and conrad all jump up from their hiding spot behind the kitchen island.
âsurprise!â they all scream out. i smile widely, taking in everything,
âyou guys!â i gush, as im being pulled into a hug from jeremiah, âthank you!â
his muscular arms hold me and he plants two kisses on my hair, âdid you really think we forgot your birthday, pretty girl?â
i laugh, âwell maybe! you guys are forgetful sometimes⊠like the time you forgot belly and i at the walmart!â
he rolls his eyes playfully, âoh shush, that was one time!â
âwe never forget birthdays here.â susannah giggles before also hugging me, âhappy birthday my gorgeous and beaming girl.â
everyone takes their turn in hugging me and wishing me a happy birthday. i thank each of them individually, the smile never leaving my face once.
âwho planned this?â i ask laurel, who was carefully pulling out the birthday cake from the fridge.
âit was all belly and connieâs ideaâ she smiles, ânow go sit!â
i take my seat next to jeremiah and steven before laurel brings the cake with seventeen candles on it in front of me. they all sing happy birthday to me and i close my eyes to make a wish.
every year since i was five years old, my birthday wish has been the same. not even just for my birthday, anytime i saw a shooting star, or tossed a penny in a fountain, or honestly any other occasion that required making a wish â it has always been the same.
it was wishing for jeremiah to notice me in the same way that i see him. itâs all iâve ever wanted, as stupid as it can get.
i blow out all the candles and susannah cuts up the cake into slices before serving it to everyone. belly reminds me of all the birthday presents that they had gotten me, and to open it later.
after cake, susannah and laurel agree to leave the home to go to a cocktail bar so that the kids can have the house to themselves for a few hours. more teenagers from cousins start showing up, all of them wishing me a happy birthday as they come in.
drinks are being served, music is playing loudly off the multiple speakers scatter around the home, beer pong matches are being played by the pool, people dancing.
jeremiah stays next to me for the whole night, we chat with a few of our friends while sipping our seltzers.
âdo you wanna go upstairs for a bit?â jeremiah says to me in a hushed tone, âyâknow, to get away from this?â
i nod, âyeah, for sure.â
he smiles, taking my hand into his own and guiding me through the crowd and up the stairs. we walk to his bedroom, he closes the door behind me and locks it. jeremiah places his drink on his dresser and offers to put mine next to it, i agree and soon weâre both seated on his bed.
we make small talk, him asking about my birthday so far as he rummages around in his desk drawer. he sits back down beside me, facing me. he places a small velvet box into my hands,
âopen it, my favourite birthday girl.â he smirks, looking into my eyes. his hand was on my thigh and i can feel myself blushing.
i think i can get lost in his ocean eyes, theyâre so beautiful and full of life. i smile and carefully open it, inside was a gorgeous golden ring with a large (what im assuming was a fake) diamond on it.
âjâŠâ i gasp, lifting the ring out of its box and admiring it, âthis must have costed a fortune.â
he shrugs, âanything for you, look on the band.â
i bring the ring closer to my eyes and see that thereâs an engraving on the inside of the band.
in love with my best friend <3
my jaw drops, âjeremiah?â
i look up at him, our eyes interlocking. he slowly nods, âi love you, y/n â iâve always have, i thought it was a childhood crush and i donât think i really realized until last summer that i truly do love you.â
âcan i?â he asks, taking the ring from my hand. i nod and he carefully slips it onto my finger before being it to his lips and kissing it.
i pull him into a kiss, my hands rested on his cheeks and his on my waist. he kissed back almost immediately. my hands move down to his built chest and gently push him down onto his back, our lips never leaving each others. i adjust my legs so im straddled on him,
âiâve always loved you too.â i whisper against his lips, he smiles into the kiss and kisses me harder.
his fingers fiddle with the edge of my dress, hands sliding up and down the back of my thighs before squeezing my ass slowly, âgod, i couldnât take my eyes off of you in this dress. it makes your body look so fucking good.â jeremiah groans.
i lower my crotch onto the evident tent in his pants, he gasps at the contact while slowly grind my hips on his.
âfuck, youâre gonna make me come in my pants.â he moans into my ear as i flip my hair onto one side. i bring my face to his jawline, kissing it and licking the soft skin. his hands tighten around my ass and i moan at the contact.
his hand slips under my dress and to the lace material of my thong, his finger slide underneath the band of it. he lifts it before letting it go, the snap of my underwear against my skin making me moan louder.
âsit on my face,â he tells me in a low voice, i feel myself getting even more wet and excited at the tone of it, âlet me give you another birthday gift.â
he lifts me by the waist and moves me so my core is hovering above his mouth. i grab onto his head board while jeremiah slowly moves the lace material to the side and lowers me onto his face.
i gasp loudly when his tongue licks a long stride between my folds. he moans into me, âfuck, youâre so wet for me, baby.â he mumbles against me, the vibrations causing me to throw my head back in pleasure.
jeremiah dips his tongue into me, licking up all the juices and tracing figure eights against me. i squeeze the headboard tighter, becoming a moaning mess quickly. his tongue is magic. he fucks me with his mouth, my thighs shaking around his head,
âshit, jere.â i cry out, feeling my high coming closer. his hands squeeze my ass yet again before landing a smack on my left ass cheek. i moan loudly in response, my body flowing with immense pleasure, âfuck, iâm gonna come!â
he never slows his tongue as i feel my orgasm come crashing down on me. waves of pure pleasure crashing down. jeremiah licks up every last drop as i slowly come down from the high. i move myself down from his face and back down towards his groin. i lean down to kiss his passionately, tasting myself on his lips,
âholy shit, i can eat you out all day long.â he says to me as his hands fumble with his pants. he kicks off his pants and boxers. his erection slaps his lower abdomen and i drool at the sight of it. itâs huge, red tip begging for attention and veins pulsating on the sides of it.
i move to give him a blowjob but his grip on my waist prevents me from moving, âitâs your birthday.â jeremiah tells me, âyou can give me head another time.â he winks
my hips position themselves above his thick and veiny cock and i lower myself onto it. he fills me up perfectly and we both moan loudly at the same time. every inch of him inside on me as i bottom out.
i slowly start rocking my hips against him, both of us becoming a panting mess. his hands never leave my hips, lifting me and slamming me back down onto his dick.
âyou feel so good, babyâ he praises, âyou tight pussy feels amazing around me, fuckâ
i continue riding him, my hands tangled up in his hair, pulling it which makes him moan.
âi- i think your cock was made for me.â i whisper in his ear before kissing him harshly.
he smirks, âoh yeah?â
and i nodded feverishly before he flips us around so im on my back and his on top of me, âsorry baby, i want to be in control nowâ
he pulls out almost entirely before slamming himself back in, the new position making him hit me even deeper than he was before. he thrusts harder and deeper, my back arches and i grab onto the sheets beside me, âfuck iâm closeâ i cry
âme too, hold on.â he continues fucking me, littering kissing on my face and neck. i can feel my inner muscles squeezing around him which makes jeremiah groan, âiâm fucking gonna come.â
âlet it go.â he encourages me, his thumb going down to start abusing the bundle of nerves. almost immediately, i feel myself orgasm. my legs tightening around his waist and i feel him finish inside of me. he releases a series of curse words as he fucks us both through our orgasms.
a few moments after he pulls out and rolls next to me. weâre both breathing heavily, trying to catch our breaths, âholy shitâ i pant out, looking over at him.
he grins, âthat was amazing.â
âbeyond amazing.â i repeat and he laughs,
âfuck, i shouldâve asked you this before.â he says, reaching over to cup my face, âwill you be my girlfriend, y/n?â
i blush, âyes, a hundred times yes!â
â
taglist! @randomaccountworld123 @bxbyyyjocelyn @20nugs @jeremiahxaesthetic
#jeremiah fisher fanfic#jeremiah fisher imagine#jeremiah fisher x reader#tsitp imagine#jeremiah fisher x y/n#tsitp x reader#jeremiah fisher angst#jeremiah fanfic#jeremiah x reader#jeremiah fisher fanfiction#jeremiah fisher fluff#jeremiah fisher smut#tsitp smut#the summer i turned pretty x reader#the summer i turned pretty imagine#the summer i turned pretty smut#the summer i turned pretty fanfic
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
I'm clearing out my draft folder again.
Steve and Robin were running through Starcourt, high as fuck when Steve skidded to a stop in front of Eddie Munson.
"You look like Eddie Munson," Steve giggled.
"Steve!" Robin said with wide eyes. "I think that is - "
"Man, what happened to your face?" Eddie asked.
"Funny story, can you keep a secret from Eddie?" Steve said seriously.
"Sure," Eddie grinned.
"No, Steve, that's - ,"
"ANYWAY," Steve rolled his eyes at Robin. "I had this crush on him in freshman year. Do you think I should tell him?"
"Uh - are you guys on drugs?" Eddie asked.
"YES! But we didn't want to," Robin said. "They wanted information."
"Aw, fuck, there's this guy that works with Rick. Real sketchy. I told him he needs to let him go before he gets Rick into trouble, but does Rick listen to me? Nah!" Eddie exclaimed. "Look, whatever the hell he gave you should wear off. Not all drug dealers are like that. What we pitch to you is what you get. What you want is what you get. Okay, let's get you guys to the bathroom and try to get it out of your system. Come on."
"I'm going to tell Eddie," Steve said with a grin. "Shh! Wait here. I'll tell you how it goes."
Steve ran off with Robin on his tail. Eddie cursed and chased after them. They got distracted by the lights hanging overhead and started spinning around, gazing at them in awe.
"You guys do not want to do that," Eddie said, and they started heaving before they ran off in the direction of the bathrooms. "And that's why."
He ran off after them and into the bathroom room, where they vomited into the toilets. Eddie knelt down next to him and stroked Steveâs hair as he emptied the contents of his stomach. Once Steve was done, he leaned his head into Eddie's touch and closed his eyes, letting Eddie stroke his hair. He whined when Eddie moved away and saw him go to the sink. He came back with a wet, soapy paper towel and started cleaning Steveâs face.
"I guess I'm chopped liver," Robin said. "It's okay, I'll get it myself."
Steve laughed and made a face at the taste in his mouth. Eddie clapped a hand on his back.
"I'll be right back," Eddie said.
He rushed off to buy a couple of toothbrushes and toothpaste. He also picked up what he thought was lip balm. When he returned, he he heard them talking. They were clearly bonding, solidifying their working relationship into a friendship. Or maybe something more considering how Robin was talking about watching Steve. Shit, maybe Eddie should leave. They were talking about someone else now.
"But Tammy Thompson's a girl," Steve said.
"Yeah," Robin said.
"Oh."
Or maybe not. Oh God, Robin was coming out to Steve, and Eddie was overhearing it. Oh God, what should he do? He was frozen to the spot. Steve was going on about how Tammy Thompson was a total dud and how she sounded like a Muppet. Eddie snorted. Yeah, that was true.
"I can't believe you're making fun of my crush," Robin laughed. "What about yours?"
"Hey, at least Eddie can sing," Steve replied.
Fuck! Okay, so he had been telling the truth then.
"How do you know he can sing?" Robin asked.
"My car broke down near the Hideout one night, and I heard him singing. He was playing with his band, Corroded Coffin," Steve said. "They were really good. I was going to go talk to him, but I kind of thought that the drummer was his girlfriend, but that's crazy. I mean, guys and girls can just be friends, right?"
"I like to think so," Robin replied.
There was a long pause in their conversation, which gave Eddie plenty of opportunity to burst through the door.
"Okay, so I have a green toothbrush and a pink one," Eddie said. "Which one do you guys want?"
"Ooh, pink," Steve said and they stared at him. "What?"
"Nothing," Eddie said in amusement.
He watched as they brushed their teeth. Well, he mostly watched Steve.
"So, how much of our conversation did you hear?" Steve asked, setting his toothbrush on the sink.
"What? I didn't hear anything. Were you guys talking about something?" He asked.
"Seriously?" Robin asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I didn't hear anything that you guys didn't want me to hear," Eddie said.
"I don't think you're the kind of guy who would spill the beans on us," Robin said. "At least, I hope not so you don't have to deny anything."
"Ooh, lip gloss," Steve plucked it out of Eddie's hand. "May I?"
"Yeah, I thought it was lip balm," Eddie frowned. "So, have you always known that you liked guys?"
"Not just guys, girls too," Steve said as he started applying the lip gloss to his pouty lips. "I'm bisexual."
"Did you always know you were bisexual?" Eddie asked as he watched Steveâs lips intently.
"Well, yes and no," Steve said. "It was more like a slow build-up to my realization. Like more and more evidence started piling up that I could no longer deny."
"So, it wasn't like you looked at someone one day and realized 'shit, I'm into dudes, now?" Eddie asked as his eyes raked over the swell of his ass.
"It's always kind of been there. Why?" Steve asked as he closed the lip gloss.
"No reason," Eddie blushed, looking at his shoes.
"Oh my god!" Robin exclaimed. "You woke him up."
"What?" Steve asked.
"You woke him up!" Robin exclaimed, and Eddie quickly hid behind his hair.
"It's the outfit!" Eddie shrieked.
"So, what is it about the outfit that does it for you?" Steve asked.
"It's everything! The socks! The shorts that fill out your ass fantastically, by the way! And the shirt with the red bow tie in front," Eddie said. "It's just the whole fucking outfit."
"You should see me in the hat," Steve said in amusement.
Suddenly, Dustin and Erica burst into the bathroom before Steve could say anything else.
"There you are!" Dustin shrieked.
"Hey, could you give us a minute?" Steve asked Robin.
Robin quickly started ushering the kids out of the bathroom.
"But, Steve?!" Dustin asked.
"Out!" Robin yelled and shut the door behind them.
"I like you and as badly as I want to kiss you right now. . . I don't want it to be after I vomited in a bathroom. Plus, you still need to figure things out. If you still want me a few days from now. Call me. I have to deal with these kids I babysit. So go home and think things over," Steve said softly.
There was something that Steve wasn't telling him, but Eddie knew that he was also right. Besides, it was late. Steve placed his hands on Eddie's shoulders and pressed a kiss to his cheek, close to the corner of his mouth. It felt much like Steve was promising him something. Steve pulled away and started moving toward the door.
"Hey, Steve?" Eddie asked.
"Yeah?"
"I'm definitely going to call you," Eddie said.
Steve laughed and walked out of the bathroom, leaving them both with hope for the future.
#stranger things#stranger things s4#eddie munson#joseph quinn#eddie stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson lives#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#robin buckley#lesbian robin buckley#robin & steve#platonic stobin#platonic with a capital p#platonic soulmates#bisexual steve harrington#bisexual eddie munson#bi4bi#stranger things fanfiction
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT - THE ANTHOLOGY BY TAYLOR SWIFT PROMPT LIST * Â assorted lyrics from the album, some lines slightly adapted for meme purposes but feel free to adjust as necessary
even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you.
trust me. i can handle a dangerous man.
i love you. it's ruining my life.
does it feel all right to not know me?
i am who i am 'cause you trained me.
quick. tell me something awful.
i loved you the way that you were.
we were just kids, babe.
i can fix him.
you and i go from one kiss to getting married.
you said i'm the love of your life.
way up there, i actually love it.
i just don't understand how you don't miss me.
do you hate me?
did you think i had it in me?
what if i told you i'm back?
i still miss the smoke.
i'm not trying to exaggerate, but i think i might die if it happened.
you look like stevie nicks.
it's hell on earth to be heavenly.
i still can't believe it.
this happens once every few lifetimes.
didn't you hear? they called it all off.
it's happening again.
my friends say it isn't right to be scared.
i might just die.
fuck you if i can't have us.
tell me about the first time you saw me.
are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?
no one's ever had me... not like you.
stay away from her.
there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.
i don't think you've changed much.
that's where i was when i lost it all.
life was always easier on you than it was on me.
i hoped you'd return.
do you believe me now?
what if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time?
what are the chances you'd be downtown?
is it something i did?
oh, we must stop meeting like this.
they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware.
i'm not a donor, but i'd give you my heart if you needed it.
looking backwards might be the only way to move forwards.
the story isn't mine anymore.
what a charming saturday!
none of it is changing.
wild winds are death to the candle.
one bad seed kills the garden.
i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.
this place made me feel worthless.
i didn't want to come down.
everything had been above board.
blood's thick, but nothing like a payroll.
you can mark my words that i said it first.
the professor said to write what you know.
all of this to say, i hope you're okay.
your words are still just ringing in my head.
i built a legacy which you can't undo.
who do i have to speak to to change the prophecy?
the effects were temporary.
no, i'm not coming to my senses.
babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it.
you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.
i guess a lesser woman would've lost hope.
thought of calling you, but you won't pick up.
you're a professional.
long may you reign.
you're an animal. you are bloodthirsty.
now i seem to be scared to go outside.
i don't believe in good luck.
i hate it here.
if i'd been there, i'd hate it.
only the gentle survived.
i'm lonely, but i'm good.
you have no room in your dreams for regrets.
i thought it was just goodbye for now.
are you still a mind reader?
let it once be me.
i haven't decided yet.
i still dream of him.
i'm so afraid i sealed my fate.
it was always the same searing pain.
i can't forgive the way you made me feel.
it wasn't a fair fight or a clean kill.
she used to say she wished that you were dead.
tell me all your secrets.
they tried to warn you about me.
you're in terrible danger.
i'm the life you chose.
yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine.
no one asks any questions here.
tell me i'm despicable. say it's unforgivable.
i'm running back home to you.
you should see your faces.
you knew the price going in.
was any of it true?
who the fuck was that guy?
i don't ever want you back.
did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?
you don't get to tell me you feel bad.
you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.
am i allowed to cry?
there's no such thing as bad thoughts. only your actions talk.
they're going to crucify me anyway.
i know i'm just repeating myself.
that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.
#taylor swift#the tortured poets department#ttpd#rp memes#rp meme#mcflymemes#rp prompt#roleplay memes#roleplay prompt#rp starters#ask meme#ask memes#roleplay meme#roleplay inbox prompts#rp inbox meme#inbox prompt#inbox meme#sentence starter prompt#sentence starter#sentence starters#oopsie
676 notes
·
View notes
Text
- favourite girl -
-
warnings: ANGST(resolved), sls, TW, self harm, anorexia, hospitals, sewerslide attempt -lmk if i forgot anything
-
y/n is 17 and has really bad mental health issues, she started struggling with self harm and eventually disordered eating at 14 years old. it only got worse when her safety net, her brothers, left to move to LA.
-y/n pov-1:53am-
"just one more" i whisper, swiftly moving the blade across my wrist for the 6th time. "fuck.." i mumble as i stand off the floor. i look at myself in the mirror, staring at the girl infront of me. i cant help but feel sick with hate from what i see. my cheeks are swollen and red from crying, mascara smudged down them from the countless tears that have fallen. my eyes all ugly and puffy. i look down away from my face, down to my body. my monstrous body. how could i look so horrible all the time? how is it possible for someone to be so fucking hideous? my hand moves slowly over my stomach, i hate this. i hate what i see. i hate how i feel. i hate all of this. why do i have to feel like this? i divert my eyes away from one horror to another, the blood from the cuts, a beautiful crimson, dripping down my arm, creating a puddle on the floor. for a moment i just watch as it falls, rippling as it crashes to the floor. then it hits me, i cant leave a mess, they cant find out, im struggling again. "fuck fuck fuck" my heart pounds out of my chest as i fall to my knees, wiping the floor with toilet roll, flushing away the tissue. i carefully place band aids over the straight red lines, then wrapping my arm with a white bandage. i look at myself in the mirror once more wiping my cheeks with a deep sigh. i quickly hide the blade back into the back of my phone case before rolling my long sleeve shirt down, heading back to my bedroom.
-the next morning-11:47am-
i roll over with a groan as a bright light fills the room. "morning sweetie, theres a surprise downstairs for you, get dressed and come down" mum says as she opens my curtains then walking back out the door. i huff as i blindly move my hand searching for my phone, grabbing it and turning it on. the time reads 11:40am. i really have to fight myself to not fall back to sleep. i sit up wiping the sleep out of my face, groggily standing up and walking over to my chest of drawers grabbing out a red hoodie and baggy jeans throwing them on, messily tying up my hair in a loose bun, before walking downstairs.
i turn the corner into the kitchen, "so whats this surprise you said about" i ask with a yawn. my eyes snap open when i hear 3 familiar giggles. chris, nick, and matt were stood there with the biggest smiles that could always brighten my day no matter what. i immediately ran to them jumping into their arms, not have seen them for over 3 months. "hey kid" matt greets rubbing the top of my head, "h-how-when?" i struggle to speak through the shock, "we flew in last night, we knew your lazy ass wouldn't be up by earliest 11 so we got here a couple hours ago" nick says, pulling my into the hug tighter. "i-you- you said you couldn't fly back for another 2 months?" i step back, our hands still holding each others. "we managed to get everything done early and surprise our favourite girl" chris explains, his smile not once moving from his face. i step forward back into the hug again "i cant believe youre actually here, i- i missed you guys so much" i sniffle, a tear or two falling down my cheek. "are you okay kid?" "i-yea" i pull them in tighter "just really fucking missed you guys" "hey! language smalls" chris laughs poking at my ticklish sides, making me double over and step away giggling.
-12:29pm-
the four of us decided to go out for a drive, not having much to do in the house. "yo anyone else really feeling a mcdonalds right now?" chris asks turning to have the three of us in his view, matt and nick agree and matt pulls through the drive through. "hi can we get a double cheeseburger meal with a pepsi, and then- what did you want again nick?" chris looks to the older boy, "same as u works" "and another of the same please, and then- matt?" "ill get a chicken nugget meal with a pepsi please" matt says into the speaker box, "y/n what about you?" chris asks, "i-uh, im not that hungry, can i get just a water?" i fidget with my fingers, "are you sure? you haven't eaten yet today?" "im sure, im just feeling a bit sick" "mhm okay, and can i get a large water with ice please? yea that's all thank you" and with that chris sits down properly in his seat.
"so what you been up to angel?" nick asks from next to me, eating from his fries. "nothing much honestly" i shrug, turning from the window to face him. "really? its been almost 4 months and nothing interesting happened? sorry kid but i dont believe that for a second" matt says, looking at us in the back through his mirror. "i dont know what to tell you guys, i really haven't done anything" i look back out the window, biting my bottom lip. "hows school going? mum said youre grades are dropping again" nick tilts his head, attempting to get a glance of my face, i sigh and slump back against the seat. "smalls? whats going on with you?" chris turns fully, slightly leaning against the dashboard. "nothing going on im fine" i snap, bringing my legs up onto the seat and hiding my head behind them, along with the hood of my hoodie. the boys dont push further and just drive home.
pulling into the driveway, i quickly jump out and start heading straight for my room. "hey kid wait-" matt yells, running in behind me. "leave me alone" i huff as i keep walking, "smalls hold up" chris says, lightly grabbing my wrist. i wince in pain as i snatch my arm back, tears forming in my waterline "y/n?" nick whispers softly, "dont tell me you-" he cuts himself off, silently pleading that chris just grabbed me too tight. only nick knows about my struggles with self harm. i had promised nick that if i ever felt like i had to do it again that i would instead go to him. obviously i didn't. i dont respond, i just look down with guilt. "baby no-" he breaths out pulling me into a tight hug. "im sorry, im so sorry nick i swear i- im so sorry" i apologise between cries. chris and matt look at each other confused then back at us two. "nick? y/n? whats going on?" nick moves back a little, "can i?" i shrug with a small nod, i cant believe this is actually happening. my gaze doesn't move from the floor as nick explains everything. how he found me on the bathroom floor back when i was 15 with a razor blade over my bloody left wrist, and how he helped me clean everything up, and how i swore id go to him, and how i clearly didn't stick to said promise. "oh smalls, cmere" chris's voice sinks as he rushes to bring me into a hug, matt following behind and nick not long after joining.
we all stood there for what felt like hours, them just holding me. "how can we help you kid?" matt asks, "i-i dont know- i mean- i dont even know how to help myself, h-how am i meant to know how you can?" i manage to say between sobs. "shh its okay smalls, we'll figure it out together"
-timeskip-11:48pm-
"laura no- what do you mean we need to come back? we just got here" i wake up hearing nick on the phone, to laura from what it sounds like, i creep out of my room, to the top of the stairs that lead down to the living area where the boys supposedly are. "nick what? put it on speaker" chris says. "theres been a couple meetings that you guys need to be at come up" i can just make out through nicks speaker. "what? no we cant, cant you rearrange them for when we're back?" matt grumpily says down the phone, "im sorry matt, i already tried since i knew you guys were going back to boston, theres nothing i can do, you guys need to be back by tomorrow night" "this is so fucked up, what is this even for? we're needed here and not to be rude but this is way more important than any meeting" chris snaps, not at laura directly but at the situation hes found themselves in. "its a meeting with the big companies about brand deals, like i said i really tried to organise it for a month from now but they wouldn't do it, these guys really want to partner with you guys, theyre offering a lot of money" "fuck, can we call you back laura?" nick mutters, "yea sure, call me back asap so i can book your flights okay?" "yea okay bye laura" and he hangs up. "what the fuck are we gonna do?" matt asks, "im not sure, we cant leave y/n but mum and dad will not let us bring her with us either cause of school" nick thinks out loud, "what if we just dont go?" chris shrugs, "we cant not go chris, dont be fucking stupid" nick claps back in a duh tone. "for fucks sake, how many meetings did she say it was?" "theres three, one on Tuesday, one on Thursday and another on Monday" "what if we go and then fly back like straight after? would that work?" matt suggests "i mean it wouldn't not work" nick shrugs "but we cant leave y/n right now dude, shes struggling and what will happen if we just leave again?" chris pipes up again, to which matt huffs falling back into the sofa. "i dont know what to do you guys" nick sighs almost in defeat, "me neither", "fuck."
i let out a shaky breath before getting up and head straight back to my room, getting back into bed. 'are they gonna leave me again?' 'what if theyre gone for months again' my mind starts to race. i snatch my headphones off my bedside table and place them over my ears, playing my playlist, turning the volume all the way up, attempting to silence the thoughts.
-9:34am-
"hey y/n? kid wake up" i rub my eyes open to see my brothers, matt sat on the edge of my bed with chris and nick stood behind him. "whats going on?" i ask slightly dazed, "we gotta fly back to la but only for 9 days and we're gonna be right back okay?" matt says softly. my face drops, i thought i just dreamt last night. "youre leaving me again?" i mutter, "no- well- kinda? but we're going to come right back we swear" chris rambles. "whatever" i mumble, pulling the covers over my head and turning away from the three. "y/n please, we dont want to go but we have no choice, laura called last night and we tried to get her to rearrange it but she couldn't, please understand that" nick pleaded, i didn't reply, i just stayed still and ignored them. i cant believe theyre leaving me again. "im sorry smalls, please dont stay mad at us, we'll be back before you know it" chris says rubbing my shoulder, they all mutter small goodbyes and leave. after i hear the door shut, i let out a small sob i had been holding in.
-7 days later-
the last couple days have been really difficult, and i mean really fucking difficult. i havent left my room unless it was to go to the toilet, which ive only done like twice. i haven't showered. i haven't eaten, or drunk anything. mum and dad are really worried, they keep leaving plates of food and water outside my door but i physically cant get up to go get it, and even if i did its not like im going to eat it anyway. i hate that im such a burden for them, i hate that im worrying them so much. all i knew was i needed them, i needed my brothers. i tried messaging them in our group chat for help 3 days ago but there isn't much they can do being 5 and a half hours away. i huff, slamming my phone down onto my bed. i cant do this any longer. i push myself out of bed, trudging towards the bathroom, locking the door behind me. i tiredly look in the mirror, a worn out, struggling girl looks back to me, begging me not to do what im about to, but i ignore her silent pleads. i turn to the shelves, reaching for my basket on the second bottom shelf, grabbing a box of meds, then lifting a bottle to reveal a new razorblade underneath. i pick up the blade and put the bottle back into the basket. i fill a small cup we have for rinsing up with water before sliding my back down the cabinet, leaning against it. am i actually gonna do this? what am i saying i cant continue suffering like this anymore. but am i gonna leave without saying goodbye? that's a good point, ill write out a text, something simple so they dont suspect anything. a simple "i love you all and appreciate everything you guys do for me<3" yea thatll work, and i hit send. i turn off my phone, placing it on the cabinet, above my head. taking a breath i take a sip of water and swallow a handful of pills, then another, emptying 2 boxes. shit i really just did that. i look down at the silver blade in my hand, so much power is in such a tiny little thing. i slowly move it over my unwrapped wrist, the recent gashes already starting to heal. i push down hard against my wrist and pull, blood pushes out of the slit like its been waiting to escape. again, i push the blade down and pull. again. again. again. again. again. again. the crimson blood pooling around me. again. again. again. i start to feel faint. shit. am i really doing this? i dont want to die? i just want the pain and suffering to stop. shit shit shit. i try get up but my vision starts to blur, no no no, not yet i cant die just yet-
-the same time but sturniolo triplets pov/ no pov?-
ding ding ding all three of their phones went off. chris checks his phone and sees the notification from y/n, to their group chat, even though hes in the middle of a meeting he opens it anyway;
"i love you all and appreciate everything you guys do for me<3"
for a minute, he smiles at the kind words. but it doesn't last last before his smile turns into a frown, "guys, look" he says shoving his phone into his elder brothers faces, "chris what? we're in the middle of something here, sorry about this" nick apologies, as if chris is a toddler interrupting his parents at work, but his face quickly drops as he reads the message, snatching chris's phone from him, to make sure hes reading it clearly. "im so sorry about this but a big family emergency has just come up and we need to go, ill get laura to contact you, and again im so sorry but we have to go" nick rambles as he packs his stuff up and leaves, matt and chris right behind him.
"nick what is going on? you cant just leave like that, that was the most important meeting out of the three!" laura almost yells down the phone, "sorry laura but i think y/n is in trouble so that meeting can kiss my ass because y/n is way more important, i gotta go" "nick-" and he hangs up. the three boys grab their bags that they still hadn't unpacked from before as they planned to fly straight back after the last meeting, and drove straight to the airport. they rushed in and got straight on the plane.
-5 hours later-
knock knock knock "cmon y/n open the door!" jimmy yells knock knock "sweetie you've been in there for hours, are you alright?" Marylou softly but loudly speaks "cmon lovey open the door for us".
"dad mind out the way" chris says and he runs up the stairs, "oh fuck chris you almost gave me a heart attack" jimmy huffs, moving out of the way, along with Marylou standing next to him. once chris gets outside the door he starts to kick it in, matt and nick are not long behind chris and start helping to kick the door in. it only took around 4/5 kicks with their combined strength for the door to slam open, but the scene revealed on the other side was the worst thing they could've ever imagined. they all froze at the sight. the shriek from Marylou seemed to bring them all back as it rung through all of their ears, "boys call 911 now! and get away from the bathroom!" jimmy yells as he takes marylou downstairs and away, sure his mind was running but he knew he had to get his wife and eldest kids away before he could actually do anything.
its like time has paused, yet moving so fast simultaneously. the blue lights can be seen flashing outside the sturniolo residence, matt almost flies down the stairs and lets them in and guides them to where y/n is laying, with chris next to her, holding a washcloth tight over her wrist, trying to stop blood flowing out. "chris move, the paramedics are here" matt shouts as he follows behind them. what feels like at the speed of light, they take y/n into the ambulance before asking "theres only space for one extra person, or we could take her on her own?" "ill go" "ill go" chris and nick say in sync before death glaring each other. "we dont have time for this, im going, you two talk to mum and dad then meet us there okay?" matt says calmy, although much like his dad, hes freaking out like crazy inside.
"is she going to be okay?" matt asks as the ambulance is racing to the hospital, "please tell me something? anything? i need to know shes going to be okay?" he frantically rambles, "i cant be 100% on whats going to happen but no matter she'll live" the paramedic stood over y/n confirms, "so shes going to be okay?" matt says hopeful, "i didn't say that" and with that whispered statement his heart sinks.
-2 hours later-
the ambulance arrived at the hospital and they rushed y/n in. a doctor met matt in the waiting area to question him and ask what happened. nick, chris, jimmy and Marylou arrived around half hour after matt did. matt then had to fill them in on what he knows, which really isn't much. and from then they have just been waiting for a doctor to come over and say shes okay and breathing, and that they can go see her. jimmy and Marylou had nodded of as its almost 3am but the boys were very much still wide awake, not fully used to the timezone change yet.
"um for y/n sturniolo?" a doctor shouts, the triplets jump up and rush over, "and you guys are?" the doctor questions, "her older brothers" "is she okay?" "whats going on?" they all blurt out over each other, "ah, shes doing okay, but she is asleep still. she has a drip that helps try save her liver and we've stitched up her wrists. she'll physically be okay if all goes well but you might want to get her some mental help, i brang out some leaflets that have different ways to help, here" he says passing over a few leaflets to the boys, "thanks" nick hums putting them in his back pocket. "can we see her?" chris asks "give me like 20 minutes to check everything and ill be right out to getcha" the doctor nods with a polite smile.
-20 minutes later-
"hi boys, so everything is okay, you can now go sit in her room but she is still infact asleep so try be quiet, she needs the rest. shes in room 197, second floor" the doctor finally reveals, "thank you so much" all three boys say in sync before rushing off to the stairs.
"there look 197" nick points the a sign hanging above a door. they slowly walk in and see y/n laying there asleep, connecting to a drip like the doctor had said. "she looks so uncomfortable" nick mumbles walking closer to her. "did they say anything about how long it would take for her to wake up?" nick asks his younger brothers, to which they both shrug, and so they decide to sit and wait for her to wake up.
-hours later-y/n pov-
i slowly wake up and my head feels like its throbbing and my heart feels so heavy, like it weighs a thousand pounds. i lift my arms to rub my eyes but i have a strong pain shoots through both, i squint my eyes open to see bright white lights shining down on me. i look down to my arms and see my left wrist covered in bandages, and my right arm is connected to a drip? where the hell am i? i look around a bit more, with my eyes fully open now and i see the boys asleep, they should be in la still? what the fuck happened? -oh. that explains why i feel so numb.
i feel sick to my stomach, i cant believe how selfish i was. to do that. and to let them find me. my whole body feels like its closing in on itself, my heart pounding out of my chest, my lungs being tightly squeezed to the point i can barely breathe. im such a horrible person, why on earth would i put my favourite people through this? i tightly shut my eyes and let out multiple shaky breaths. my head running wild.
"y/n?" i snap out of my trance, to see matt stood over me, drowning in anxiety. i bite my bottom lip and look down, away from his worried eyes. "kid look at me. please?" i reluctantly look back up to the older boy, terrified of what hes going to say. a moment of painful, awkward, silence passes, just looking at one another, no verbal words being exchanged but everything needed was said. he pulls a small, comforting smile onto his face and leans forward pulling me into one of his hugs, attempting to squeeze out all of my suffering.
"omg y/n youre awake!" is almost yelled from behind matt, he pulls back to reveal a happy but anxious chris. "hey smalls, how are you?" i lightly shrug. nick then walks into the wrong with 4 bottles of water, "i bought y/n some water to for when she wakes- omg y/n!" he drops all 4 bottles and runs over to me wrapping me in his tight embrace.
-timeskip- a month later-
its been hard this past week. i got released from hospital like 3 days after i was admitted. ive had therapy sessions three times a week with Dr Louise, shes nice i guess, it might just be me but it feels like she doesn't understand what im going through or what ive been through. like i get shes there to work and get paid but it feels like that's the only reason shes there, like she doesn't care, but hey, i have my brothers. the boys haven't left boston yet, they told me theyd stay for 2 more months minimum before they had to go back for a couple weeks for work then theyd be back again. i know its gonna take some more time but i really feel like im eventually gonna get better. and its all thanks to matt, nick, and chris.
"hey angel, we spoke to laura and we managed to clear our schedules for the next 2 months so we can stay here with you" nick sits down next to me on the couch, chris and matt mimicking his actions sitting the other side of me. "we told her that our favourite girl is more important than any work stuff and we would risk it all just to make sure our favourite girl is okay" chris smiles, wrapping his arm around my shoulders pulling me into a side hug "we would drop everything in a second to fly back here for you kid." "im sorry, about everything. i love you guys" i say with a small smile. "dont apologise smalls, we love you more than youll ever know, like i say, your our favourite girl"
-
NOTE: sorry im not being too active on here, college is kicking my ass and im js not in the best mental state rn so ive js been a bit distracted? ig idk. i saw that 750 people are now following me and im like speechless, i appreciate and love all of you so fckn much istgđ«¶
as always feedback is appreciated <333
THANK YOU FOR READING
LOVE YOU HOES
taglist:
@m0r94n @chrisgetsmewetterxo @raysmayhem-72 @junnniiieee07 @sturnzsblog @sturniolo-slvt @mattspolitank @cerismo @chrispotatos @ncm9696 @pvssychicken
#sturniolo triplets#h3arts4harry#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo edit#sturniolo#sturniolo angst#sls#sturniolo triplets x reader#sturniolo triplets little sister#sturniolo little sister#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo tumblr
156 notes
·
View notes
Text
I know that no one asked but I just wanted to add my two cents to the current pjo era we are having right now...
First off, I love Rick and the books he has written but honestly tsast and wottg aren't some of his best works. That's not the problem because yeah not all books can be amazing but the problem is that they are his most recent ones. Cotg was better than these 2 but it too had it's drawbacks. Now I have this thing where if I like something then however bad it it, I try to make myself enjoy it. It's like a coping mechanism- delusion. But with wottg, I actually sat back and thought. Since when did I take a week to finish a pjo book? I am the person who finished Hoo in like less than a week and I took a week to finish wottg which took me aback. The characters were very oc. Grover was perhaps the only character close to his actual well character. I don't usually nitpick but like I had said in a post earlier, continuity and callbacks in a book series are what make them extremely enjoyable and small textual errors are like pricking needles to me.
My main issue was Annabeth and then Percy. Look in know in this fandom there are many Annabeth antis and that's fine, I accept that. But now the worst part is that what they have said about Annabeth is to some extent true in this current Annabeth version we have. Look Leah is great and I love her with all my heart but Rick please don't mingle both of them together. Let show cannon be separate and book cannon to itself. Let Annabeth in wottg be her book character like please. She has friends? Great! The main thing we know about her friends are that they think Percy isn't GOOD ENOUGH for her? Awful! She is the mom friend? Okay(though I personally believe it should be Grover but fine if people are okay with it this is just a personal opinion guys)! BUT that should not make Percy 'alley boy.'
This brings me to the second part. We love Percy and love his humor. Well I recently reread the Battle of the Labyrinth (don't ask why I don't know I just had the sudden urge to read it). He isn't very confident and does underestimate himself often but it wasn't taken this FAR. Every single next line was describing how Percy sucks at everything while Annabeth is here in all her perfect glory and believe it or not this is coming from me, who loves Annabeth. I love Percabeth because it's a balance. They balance off each other soo well. They both comfort each other. They both know that they are smart. They both know that the other person has flaws. But in wottg it's just downright annoying because the dynamic is just "ooh look my gf is soo amazing, totally flawless with no error and here is me who sucks at any and every thing possible." This isn't the Percy we know nor Annabeth nor Percabeth.
LET ANNABETH BE IMPERFECT! AND PLEASE GIVE PERCY THERAPY because he needs it. For the next book Rick please just hire a better editor because I am not going into the MISTAKES in these books. You can hire me if you want because I swear I can do a better job than your editor. Seriously literally any pjo fan would do a better job. Wottg felt like maybe the second draft of the work which required maybe 3 more drafts to be published. It felt like an unchecked fanfiction and believe me that I have seen better fanfictions on AO3. The pjo fandom is an extremely loyal fanbase which is an extremely cool thing. But the problem here is that people like m even though I didn't really enjoy wottg, I would still hope for a better sequel because gaaahhhh optimism. I am actually wary of the sequel to tsast but that's for another post.
Whew! Talking so negatively about something was a new experience for me because I absolutely love pjo and will always keep it close to my heart. Rick please for the sake of advertisement please don't publish uncooked gibberish because it actually breaks my heart too see the hate and for once I understand it. Anyway, wottg wasn't all that bad. To balance out this post, I'll make one on the portions I liked because there were a few moments that were worth reading. Extremely sorry for the scattered thoughts and the rant but thank you and have a great day everyone !
#ivy speaks#pjo#pjo fandom#pjoverse#pjo series#percy pjo#percabeth#perseus jackson#annabeth and percy#annabeth percy jackson#annabeth x percy#disney adapt percy jackson#percy and annabeth#percy and grover#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson#percy jackson adaptation#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackson books#percy jackson and the chalice of the gods#cotg#wottg#wrath of the triple goddess#wottg spoilers#wottg crit#pjo books#chalice of the gods#rr crit#grover pjo#grover underwood
216 notes
·
View notes