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You in their eyes, how do they see you?
(Future spouse/partner/lover)
This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.
Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, Iâd love to know đ
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MAELSTROM
âą Spirit animal: Turtle
You're a balanced combination of both soft, mysterious energy and firm, assertive energy. They can definitely see that you have mental compatibility with each other. Words flow between you effortlessly, conversations would take hours without anyone noticing time was flying by. They can talk about anything with you without fear of judgement and misunderstanding. You stimulate their mind, and when conflicts arise, you can discuss them logically with clarity without letting emotions take over you. This make problems solving between you and them easier, leaving less space for resentment and unresolved feelings.
You seem reserved and quiet in their eyes. Your display of emotions and affection is subtle and intuitive, a quiet devotion that embraces them every day without suffocating them. Though, sometimes, they would have difficulties in trying to decipher your deeper feelings, to understand you at your core, the part that you conceal from them.
But they admire your ability to embrace your inner child fully. They know that this didn't come naturally for you, there's a journey behind it, lessons and hardship you had to go through in order to protect and bring your inner child to the world, no matter how you're perceived. They love this courage, this fearless attitude when you have to face people's opinions, you don't let yourself be swayed by them. Sometimes, you can even be rebellious. But the funny thing is, the more you fight, the more rebellious you're, the more attractive you're in their eyes. And it's not like you go about it in an aggressive and confrontional method. You do you, unapologetically, like a child unaware of how seemingly "odd" their behaviour is in other's eyes. But they know you're not childish. Behind that oblivious attitude is a strong sense of self, a wise person, ruling their own inner kingdom with iron fists. Like a ballerina, their movements can be so graceful only because they've spent endless hours discipline themselves and practised.
Sometimes, they can think that you're being too engrossed in the pursuit of material achievements, like you're always in preparation mode for some disasters looming in the distant future. Greedy might be too strong of a word, but they can view you as materialistic or have a mindset of lack. They understand that material security is very important to you. You need to feel a strong foundation under your feet to feel safe. That can make you overwork yourself to the point of exhaustion, always looking for the next thing to do. But they can see you putting that same effort in making the relationship work, you care about them and are willing to take care of things to make their life easier. They will feel that you're always there when they need you, your presence is a constant that is very much needed in their life. They would feel empty, a part of them is missing when you're away.
SEA FOAM
âą Spirit animal: Fish
They think you're their good karma (if you believe in the concept of karma) or a reward, a surprise given to them by some higher powers. I see the image of someone being ushered into someone's life. Both parties can be quite reluctant at first, but as fate has it, you and them need to be together. There's a heavy element of fatefulness in this connection, or so that's how they see it. You are destined to love each other, no matter how much both of you try to deny or run away from it.
I think you will be the one who does the running away in the beginning. You seem "hard to catch", like trying to catch a fish with their bare hands. You would fleet in and out of their life at first, they can't seem to figure you out. But your presence will be a pushing force in their life, pushing them into a different direction, to where they are afraid to tread but secretly wish to.
In their eyes, you can be a little immature or temperamental, acting on whims of the moment. This makes you exciting and unique but sometimes, also agitating and hard to pin down. It's like they're torn between the feeling of love and frustration for you. Their personality probably is more serious and intense than yours. They want to be in the deep water with their lover, but you seem to refuse to swim there with them. But they will always want to care for you, to protect you from the harsh world outside.
The way you talk and act just exudes a young and pure energy, as of someone who, just for the first time, allowed to go outside to explore. You might talk a lot (compare to them), you ask questions, sometimes funny one, sometimes philosophical one, sometimes silly one. They will like to indulge you, patiently answer each one of your questions, then sometimes they can get irritated and start to lecture you, to that, you will just ask more questions. You want to learn, to understand this world. Behind that seemingly busy bee mind is a yearning to explore, to be free and soaring. And even if they can't fly with you, they sure will gather all the winds to lift your wings, instead of trying to pull you down into their water (who's the fish here?).
Your habits might be a little more messy or undisciplined compared to this person. You seem confused lots of times and don't have a good grasp of how to navigate your daily life efficiently, yet miraculously, you still swim through life effortlessly, much to their amazement. You don't fret too much about the future, somehow always arrive at the desired destination on time, things just work out for you, as if you just need to focus on taking good care of yourself and be contented, the rest will be taken care of for you by some mysterious force. This contrasts sharply with their approach to life, always planning ahead, always wanting to control the outcome. This creates a complementary dynamic between you two. Where you need structure, they provide, where they need spontaneity, you provide. In the end, no matter how different you guys are, you just fit each other neatly, like puzzle pieces.
SANDSTORM
âą Spirit animal: Swan
They just know that you're the perfect partner for them, the one they need to get married to or at least make a serious, long-term commitment. You just possess all the qualities they seek in a spouse, the thought of committing probably will appear in their mind early on. You have a natural ability to understand them, nurture and protect them, at the same time, be a reliable pillar of strength for them. You are serious in your commitment, never take feelings for granted, you date with marriage as end goal in mind. They also think you would make a good parent, someone with enough tenderness and discipline to raise children with good balance.
Your work might involve lots of travelling and communicating. They can see that these are prominent parts of your life, demanding a large chunk of your time. They think that you tend to overwork yourself, being too engrossed in working, you're always busy, I wonder if this also means that you don't spend enough time with them, they feel like they have to demand for your time, to take you away from whatever is bothering your mind. Security is very important to you, you need to feel abundant to feel safe, yet they think you hardly ever feel that way, hence the constant working. They will want to help you in this area, just like how you help them. You mirror each other, in energy, in intentions, both of you want to care for each other in the same way as the other person does.
They probably like to hear your voice, be it talking, singing, or making other sounds. It feels soothing and calming for them. What you say also brings a new perspective, widening their view about the world. They sometimes see you as a teacher, whom they should listen to and want to be guided by. You just move through life gracefully, always open to new adventure, but still leave space for contemplating deeper meanings about everything. Like a philosopher wandering through life, observing the world, and sharing wisdom with the people. You need to be constantly in motion, travelling, or just moving around, and they're happy to be your companion, though they might sometimes want to slow down and rest a little.
They think you have a lot to uncover. You hide a huge treasure of deep love inside, something too intense for you to confidently show to the world. They would be sad to see you lock your dreams away, and they are willing to help make your dreams come true, if you would just ask them to. Your inner child is also someone they want to get close to. You seem to be disconnected from your inner child. They can feel that you want to connect, but something in your psyche is scaring your inner child away, making them reluctant to join the "family". From the outside, this makes you look a little cold or unaffectionate, you're discreet with your love, only ever bring it out when you completely trust someone. They would want to reach out their hands and pull your inner child closer, to give your inner child a hug.
DUSK
âą Spirit animal: Phoenix
They think that you being in a relationship with them is be a big step away from your past wounds. Not that they want the credit for themselves, but as an admiration for you, for your strength. They can see that you had a great fear concerning relationship and commitment in general. Maybe you have been burnt in the past, childhood baggage, and the bad examples you saw around you made you wary of love. So choosing to be in a relationship with someone, being committed to that person, trusting that person enough to share yourself with them, all of these are really brave actions in their eyes. It shows that you don't let your past hold you back and define you, you rise above it and are willing to change, to choose happiness for yourself. Sometimes, they would reminisce about the initial getting-to-know-each-other phase, how many obstacles they saw in your connection, and how hard it was for them to gain your trust and affection. They would even tease you for it.
Your life seems to be ridden with changes of direction. You're not meant to stay still in one place, both mentally and physically. Life will always present you some events to push you to move. You can't stay stagnant, if you think you're contented with the current situation, then sure enough, there would be an event, an opportunity appearing in front of you, making you reevaluate your current direction in life. So life with you definitely won't lack movements and changes. Another thing is, you also actively seek to restructure your life. From small hobbies to big life decisions, you can be pretty random and go with the flow. You would change the plan at the last minute, planning to turn left, then suddenly turn right because something caught your attention that made you change your mind. Or some mornings, you would suddenly announce that you will take up a new hobby, register for a dance class, learning new language etc. without prior warning.
Life with you would be busy, you always have something to do, a task to complete, a news to watch, a track to run, a book to read. It's like they can't never see you being still. Maybe that also made them feel like you were afraid of commitment when they first got to know you. They could feel that you're too busy for love. But of course, that's not true, being a busy bee is just who you are, and over time, they've gotten used to it and adapted to it well. That busy energy also shows itself in the way you talk. Maybe you talk a lot, very fast, always have something witty to say. They love your humour, your ability to look at yourself, and joke without being defensive. The way you express your ideas and emotions is clear and rational but not cold. You know when to offer the softest words of encouragement and when to debate with the sharpest points.
They think you like to beautify yourself, you like beautiful things but at the same time you seem to be reluctant to spend on yourself, almost like you're stingy with yourself. Even if you like something, you might rationalise and deny yourself that thing. You want to earn lots of money yet don't feel comfortable spending it, especially for yourself. They know this trait of yours, so they will try to guess your desire and get it for you. You're not stingy with them or everyone, though, you're likely to pour your resources into the people you love and the house you share with them. You might like to beautify the house instead. Which is where you would like to stay a lot. You can seem like a homebody to them (with all the busy work) but you will have to go out and make an appearance in the world and they know the world loves you.
SIERRA
âą Spirit animal: Phoenix
If they were the wind, they would lift your wings up as much as they could. Your person sees so much potential in you, so many talents, yet you're limiting yourself with your fears. You have an enormous desire to learn and expand your mind. But you also fear going deeper. You might be the kind of person who learns various subjects simultaneously, has a good grasp of everything, but doesn't dig too deep into any particular subjects. Not because you're shallow or impatient, it's the opposite, you know that once you've engrossed yourself in something, you go all in, it would get to the core really fast, and this drains your time and energy so much, you're reluctant to dive in. You also know that there will be hidden things inside you that need to be uncovered if you were to go any deeper. But they think you have the strength to do this because they understand, deep down, you're much happier when you devote yourself to something.
And they know you devote yourself to them and the relationship. Once you're in a commitment, you take it seriously, you see your life as an entanglement with each other, not just one's own anymore. In a way, you're a team person, someone who has a talent for working with people. This makes being in a relationship with you so much easier. Because you're willing to cooperate and want to make a team effort to build the relationship strong, instead of demanding from a selfish stance.
But you're not a pushover or a people pleaser in their eyes. Your individuality shines intensely. You have no trouble being yourself, you can't help being yourself. Even if you wear normal clothing like everyone else, blending in quietly, you still somehow stand out to them. Like a visible halo around you is beckoning them. They admire your creative energy so much, if they're ever short of ideas, they can always turn to you to get some. If you want to pursue some creative endeavours, they would probably encourage and support you wholeheartedly. Because they believe in you.
They also love your playful side, which you only show to a few close ones, and only in a comfortable space. You appear much more serious in public than when you're with them in private. When you're home with them, you can be tender, childish but also very seductive, you show yourself fully to them. You can act silly, making jokes all the time with them, being competitive in games, or playing pranks on them. But all of those are saved for alone time together. Outside, to the world, you're more uptight, serious. People also respect you a lot, looking up to you like a teacher. What you say probably are well listened to by people. You appear as a wise, mature friend, whom people can come to for sound advice. Your person would sometimes chuckle quietly to themselves whenever they see you out in public or with acquaintances. Those people wouldn't imagine how you would act in private, imagine their reaction when they found out some of your silly jokes. They definitely think you have the world fooled.
RIVER
âą Spirit animal: Lamb
You're a quiet presence that haunts their psyche in an inexplicable way. They sometimes can't understand why they're so drawn to you, they have that feeling in their heart, but they can't put it into word. If someone asks your person how they feel about you, they would stumble a bit and would take a long time to come up with a coherent answer. Don't mistake this for their lack of affection or commitment, they just haven't fully comprehended your effect on them. When they hear the question, in their mind, the image of you would be conjured up in so many different ways and different areas, it's like you're everywhere.
They admire your grace under pressure. Your quietness doesn't mean you're meek or naive. Your energy is pure and wise. The hardship you encountered in the past didn't turn you into a bitter and cold person. On the contrary, you developed compassion for other's suffering. Everyone has their own story and they deserve to tell them without shame. Each pain is traded with wisdom. They probably wish to learn a thing or two from your stoicism. You're here, in the present, you don't put your mind to needless worrying nor do you cling to the past.
You're the person they would always turn to when they need an advice, your words have a stabilising effect on them, you make them believe that everything will be okay in the end, that they're safe and sound. You might not talk a lot, superfluous information doesn't interest you, but each word holds values. You can talk about deep and taboo topics without judgement, fear or prejudice. Your person will also love your voice, it sounds tender and calming, though they may wish that you would talk more so that they can hear your voice more.
They do notice, when they've gotten closer to you, that you tend to hold in your anger, you don't want it to affect other people, but your person will worry that this can affect you negatively. You also hold your drive and ambitions close to your chest, refusing to disclose them to others. You work silently, diligently towards your goals. It's like you don't want to show anything too overt, your emotions, your struggle, your passion, they are kept simmering inside, while outwardly, you show a serene and placid disposition.
In love, you show a more relaxed energy to them, like a child finally out of the house after a heavy rain, enjoying the freshness and the earthy scent of everything. You can act a little more erratic with them than when you're with other people. Maybe they adore that side of you or more tolerate towards it. You can be unpredictable, not showing your cards fully. They sometimes have to guess how much you love them, how you feel about them. They can ask you for your opinion about other matters and receive practical and solid answers from you, but when the questions change to the topic of personal feelings and love, you can be elusive. This frustrates them greatly but also pull them to you greatly. You're like the muse and the poet at the same time. And they're your avid reader.
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I've been following this matter for a while now (a quick search of newspaper articles showed it's been floated since mid last year, and I remember having to use my passport to verify my age on my gmail (it's not the account I use for tumblr, the account has my name in the address, so it's already pretty clearly me, so I was begrudgingly okay with it but am still annoyed my other account now can't watch age restricted youtube videos unless I tie it to my identity)). It's a vexed issue.
The first thing I'd like to point out is that the person quoted in the above post ("I am 100 percent etc") is Keith Pitt, a member of the Nationals who was resources and water minister under Morrison. I feel this is important because while he'd definitely be someone who'd vote in support of the measure, he's not a member of the party in power, let alone a Cabinet minister. His opinion is not necessarily that of the Prime Minister â Anthony Albanese â and it makes it seem like what he's talking about is what the government is planning to do.
What is the PM actually saying they'll do?
To be honest, I don't think the government knows yet. From what I can gather, there has been no suggestion by the PM that they would force people's accounts to have their real names. The Age a few days ago reported this:
"Australiaâs eSafety commissioner has instead recommended a âdouble-blind tokenised approachâ, whereby information would be provided to a verifying third party that would certify the userâs age to social media platforms without revealing details about the child. The details of the plan are being worked through by a trial of age-verification technologies."
(the "instead" is in reference to the current practice of social media platforms asking people if they over 13, which I'm sure most people realise would stop pretty much no child)
In that same article though they also said "the government has not unveiled key details, including the technology that would be used to keep children out". So I think there is quite a bit of time before anything is going to be written into law.
While I don't think your name will be "slapped onto your tumblr account" (if that does end up being what they do I would actually delete my tumblr, I really do not want that), there is still the question of privacy being invaded in that the government would (I think? I'm not a tech expert in the slightest) be able to connect you to your account.
Keep in mind that we are close to an election (there's been whispers it could be May next year), and this is an issue that (as the Keith Pitt quote shows) both of the major parties seem to mostly agree on. A cynical view is that the PM is talking tough to neutralise the issue so it can't be attacked by the opposition for not protecting children. The fact that both are talking about it does however suggest it will eventually come to pass (unlike other complicated legislation that was touted as 'essential' but then got shelved after being too hard to get through (naming no names i.e. Scomo's religious discrimination bill).
The other point to discuss is that while I really do enjoy people not knowing who I am on tumblr (and people in my life not being able to know I'm on tumblr), I also don't really think kids should be on social media (or at least not in the way they currently are). I avoided social media (I only had a facebook account I barely touched) until I was an adult (and even then I waited a while) and I'm quite glad, mostly because I think I'm a lot more mature. On the other hand, while I didn't interact with people, I grew up in a time when you could browse most platforms without an account, so it's not like I wasn't exposed to things on the internet. And then there's a bit of a moral panic about the internet, which can be a bit overblown at times. But then I'll hear a 14 year old I know mentioning stuff that makes me think he's kind of obsessed with growing muscles and I wonder if he's seeing these sorts of things online. I mean, there's a lot of garbage on the internet. But there's a lot of really useful things too... it's complicated and I'm not settled on an opinion yet.
Kids really do need to learn better internet practices and behaviours, but there are also kids in primary school with social media accounts. I mean, what does a 12 year old do in their life that they need the world to see? (don't answer that it's rhetorical, I'm sure there are plenty of 12 year olds doing interesting things worth showing off, but I mean, beyond messaging friends, 12 year olds don't really need to be communicating with strangers on the internet). Note too it's specifically social media (the definition is given by OP but it's anything where the main purpose is share content or talk to a wide audience of people. Things like games with chat stuff are also being looked into.
I'm also a bit of a luddite and think kids should read more. I'm not actually trying to convince people the ban is good, I'm just thinking aloud here. The whole thing feels rather heavy-handed, brute-force, and there's every chance kids will still find ways around it. I don't think this is the ideal solution, but I do feel there is a problem to be addressed.
But yeah, do tell your local member that you are concerned and want to make sure your privacy is kept safe. Just be aware of who your member is and their/their party's stance (all Labor MPs vote with the party, Liberals and Nationals can vote against their own party, so they may not all be in agreement). The Greens are opposed to it. I am not sure what the teal independents think of it.
You may also want to contact some senators from your state, not just your MP.
As for the contents of the letter, maybe something like:
Dear Mr/Ms/Dr (whatever title they use) surname MP,
I am a resident of your electorate (electorate name). (Maybe say a little bit about yourself, just what you think is relevant to the letter or your arguments).
I am writing to you to discuss the proposed social media ban for children. I am concerned (explain what/why you are concerned).
(Try to keep it brief, but also try to be personal)
State what you want your MP to do. Ask them to reply to your letter.
Sincerely,
your name.
You may want to mail the letter rather than just emailing. This page from Oxfam I just looked up five minutes ago has some nice tips.
Hey Aussies, do you want your real name and ID slapped on your tumblr account? If the answer is fuck no, our govâs got a upcoming legislation for banning 16 year olds and under from social media even WITH parental consent. And by âSocial MediaââŠ
The code defines social media as electronic services that meet the following conditions:
The sole or primary purpose of the service is to enable online social interaction between two or more end users
The service allows end users to link to, or interact with, some or all other end users
The service allows end users to post material on the service
Such other conditions (if any) as are set out in the legislative rules.
So. You know. Just the entire fucking internet. They even named youtube as banned, god forbid kids out in the bush get access to LGBTQ+ communities online when they could be watching adds for sportsbet.
I am 100 per cent supportive of eliminating bullying and fake information from online platforms. The easiest way to do that is to be able to utilise existing laws, and the easiest way to do that is to ensure there are no fake accounts. Your digital, online life is your real life. If you want to make comments, that's fine, but it should be as you, as a verified account. This means everyone knows who it is that makes those comments, that you can be found and prosecuted under existing laws, just as you would if you express those opinions in a newspaper, for example, or you went on to a television station and said something similar.
Contact an Aussie senator about this shit. Theyâre trying to slide it under all the USpol news.
#australian politics#I am starting to think I should make a sideblog specifically for politics#Also make sure to look things up when you see them being discussed on tumblr#go the ABC at least#people blindly believing things on tumblr is why MPs think these laws need to be introduced#not saying OP is wilfully misleading people just that it is a bit scaremongering#it's not terrible to spur people into action with a bit of fear#but if they think it's going to be one thing which it won't be then the government can just do the less scary but still bad thing#which it was going to do anyway#and it won't have broken any promises#Albo seems rather desperate to be a PM with a legacy#but he's been stymied and is cursed with terrible communication#I think he's decent but I fear the bar has been set very low after the previous three PMs#it reminds me of Sammy J's song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IqKAMMIMd1E#âDecent. adequate. good enough. suitableâ
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take me home, country road
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You have nothing on your person apart from a hastily packed suitcase and the dress you came into town wearing, on the run from trouble back home. Too bad John's missing a bride that matches your description. Or: the 1800s (mistaken) mail order bride au (chapter 19)
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A blood-orange sun hangs low in the sky.
You might think it ominous on any other day, but not this one. What more adversity could stand in your way?Â
Instead of sharing a saddle with John, you ride the same horse that Graves rode out of town. Days spent on horseback have finally caught up to you, pain radiating up and down your legs, a soreness embedded deep in your inner thighs, the skin positively chafed from the constant friction. At least you no longer have the handcuffs digging painfully into your wrists, the metal cuffs long since unlocked using the key in Gravesâ pocket and discarded, now lost some acres back for the coyotes and the hares to prod at and sniff.Â
You drift in and out of conscious awareness, coming back into your right mind every mile or so, losing track of time along the way. Sometimes you blink and trees disappear out of sight, already ten miles back. Scouring the landscape for something familiar only to come up empty.Â
Recent events lour over your conscience. Itâs difficult not to let it get to you. So much has happened in such quick succession that part of you still thinks youâre dreaming in the abandoned shack with Graves sleeping just a few feet away.Â
A distinct sound scrapes against the inner recesses of your mind and eardrum. If you were to look behind you, youâd find the source of it wrapped in a shroud and dragged behind Johnâs horse. Drying blood stains the fabric. The head, obscured under the fabric, jostles from side to side as it passes over rocks and undergrowth.Â
Itâs beyond you now though, the future shuttling forward at an unfathomable speed and taking you with it, willing or not. The world hurrying on to repeat its past mistakes.Â
So you donât look behind you.Â
âWonât be much longer,â your husband murmurs from beside you, speaking just loud enough for you to hear him over the influx of thoughts in your head, which rapidly empty out at the sound of his voice.Â
âWe can stop for a break after?â you ask, turning your head enough for your eyes to land on the hard, bristled line of his jaw. He nods.Â
âJust gotta get this part out of the way.â
He says it so casually, like a bit of unpleasantness that has to be dealt with; no way around it. Unfortunately, a body isnât something that can be just swept under the rug. No matter how much your muscles beg for a momentâs reprieve, you wonât get it until all the loose ends are tied up.Â
âHow do you know the land around here so well?â you ask as John leads the two of you deeper into the plains.
âThe boys and I have been out here before. Grew up in this county anyway; been wanderinâ these parts since I was born.â
You canât imagine John as a young boy, uncertain of his place in the world. He seems like someone who emerged from the womb ready-made, already able to skin a deer and build a bushcraft shelter by hand. But he must have been young at one point.Â
Finally, he comes upon a suitable place to bury the body.Â
Deep in the wilderness, he digs a shallow grave with the short shovel strapped to his horse, sweating up a storm before the hole is big enough to bury the body. You dismount your horse and wander off while John handles the burial.Â
This is the part where you have to turn away and pretend it isnât happening. You stave off the urge to plug your ears and close your eyes. Dogear any page in your life except this one. This is the only memory that you want to fade into obscurity, pretend that it never happened, that this was some bad dream that you only half-remember twenty years from now.Â
You glance back only once to find John breathing heavily at the edge of the hole, having just hauled himself out. Sweat slicks his brow and drips down the side of his face near his temple, a dark flush spreading over his cheeks from exertion. Even his shirt is damp with sweat under the pits and around the collar.Â
You force yourself to look away. Now is not the time for your libido to trouble you.Â
Gravesâ body lands with a dull thump when John rolls it into the makeshift grave. You bite your lip and let your eyelids slide shut. Then he starts the process of covering the body, shoveling the dirt back into the hole. It takes a while. An offer to help hovers on the tip of your tongue, but you canât quite make yourself say the words.Â
A half hour later, it no longer matters, the hole covered until the only thing demarcating the grave is the layer of upturned soil, slightly darker than the dirt in the surrounding area.
âThatâs it,â John announces, making his way back to you with the shovel slung over his shoulder. You can smell the ripe scent of sweat wafting off him even from a foot away. âLetâs head out; weâll wanna make camp before it gets dark.â
You donât answer. Not verbally anyway. The guilt almost makes it hard to breathe. In all your stupidity and poor decision-making, youâve inadvertently made John an accomplice in your crimes; forced him, in fact, to commit one as heinous as the one that had started this whole debacle.Â
You travel the next mile in relative silence, scouring the landscape for a neat patch of land to set up camp. The sun plummets towards the ground at a faster and faster pace until itâs tugged below the horizon, vanishing with a green flash. Then itâs too dangerous to keep going, the way back far too dark to keep traveling down.Â
John builds a small fire after tying up the horses for the night. The temperature drops exponentially as the sky darkens, the cold sinking low to the ground. You help with gathering the kindling, mostly twigs and clumps of dry grass, then take the packs off both horses to use as makeshift seats by the fire, unrolling the sleeping bags as well.Â
It comes as a relief to finally sit down after the fire is struck. Rest is a double edged sword though; the longer you sit with Gravesâ old pack propping you up, the more the pain has time to sink its claws in deep.Â
In the hours since he shot Graves, neither of you have spoken more than a few words to each other. You certainly havenât brought it up. The memory of Graves revealing the truth of what youâd done back east to John looms over you. Itâs inevitable that youâll talk about it eventually though. Itâs heavy in the atmosphere, almost oppressive; the weight of everything said and unsaid. You canât take back what Graves revealed to John. At some point youâll have to face it.Â
At what point will you have to beg for forgiveness? It sits on the tip of your tongue.Â
The small fire crackles in front of you. Red tongues of flames lick at the darkness, the light extending out in a circle around the two of you. Youâre grateful for the warmth though, particularly after spending the previous night in the cold. Â
âNothing to eat, mâafraid,â he says apologetically, brow creasing. âI didnât exactly pack before coming after you.â
You shake your head. âThatâs fine. Iâm not hungry anyway.â
In a few more hours, you might work up an appetite again, but for now, you couldnât be further from it. All you want to do is lie down on your bed back home and sleep through to the next day.Â
âYeah,â John sighs. âMe neither.â
He picks up your hand and holds it in his for a time. Itâs strange how such a small gesture has become such an immense comfort for you. You wish you could thread your fingers through his and bring his hand up to your lips to kiss all over, but youâre too tired for a gesture of that magnitude.Â
When he lets go of your hand, itâs only to transfer it to your face. His thumb runs over your split lip, pulling away when you wince. âLooks like itâs healing on its own.â
âThatâs good,â you mumble. ââŠIt hurt a lot more yesterday.â
Johnâs nostrils flare. The fire reflects off his eyes in such a way that, for a moment, it almost looks like itâs coming from within him. âIâd kill him again if I could.â
Your stomach clenches at the ferocity behind his words.Â
âYouâyou shouldnât have done it in the first place,â you croak. âNot when he wasââ right, you donât say. Right to haul you out of town by your hair and drag you back to the scene of the crime, back to pay for what youâd done.Â
âNow I ainât gonna hear you go spoutinâ that horseshit,â he growls, clasping you by the back of your neck and tugging you to his side. Itâs so sudden that your butt skids across the ground, raking up a small mound of dirt with the weight of your body.
You look away, unable to meet his eyes even as he pulls you forward until youâre nearly nose to nose. âItâs notââ
âYes, it is, darlinâ. That shit werenât none of your fault. You ainât done a thing wrong by keeping yourself safe.âÂ
Itâs almost hard to hear. Itâs taken you months to scrub the dirt from your soul, which until recently was raw to the touch and pained you to even think back on. And the hopelessness. And the longing, the irreversibility of it; irreversible in the way that you couldnât turn your pain inside out. You could never go back to the way things were because the only way out was to keep on trudging forward.Â
Like rain in a drought, youâve been missing someoneâs mercy. Youâve been waiting for someone to come and forgive you for your sins; someone to absolve you of them.Â
You lean forward, burying your face in his neck. Not making much of a sound except for a harsh exhale, your throat quavering with something unsaid.Â
Then you grip him by the back of his shirt and pull him to the ground with you.Â
Out in the open like this, John doesnât dare remove your clothes, but he does reach beneath your dress to pull off your underclothes. Heâs silent through it all, eyes fixed on yours. Never wavering or dropping your gaze. Itâs intoxicating to be stared at with such a fierce intensity. Vaguely overwhelming, the sensation creeping up your chest and lodging in your throat.Â
The light of the fire he built for the two of you flickers across his skin, illuminating his face in shades of orange and gold.Â
He holds your gaze when he rucks the skirt of your dress up and crawls down the length of your body until his mouth is level with your center, slick already dripping from your sex. Your breathing goes haggard, anticipating his mouth before itâs suddenly there between your thighs, planting a gentle kiss on your inner thigh before dragging his lips over your sensitive skin until they brush your clit. Your mouth opens to a soundless gasp. Electrical impulses travel up your spine, your arching back following their trajectory.Â
He pulls back to stare at your dripping hole. âMissed me, my love?âÂ
Youâd answer if you could form words, but then you realize who heâs talking to and your mind goes blank.Â
When he runs his tongue up the seam of your pussy, you jolt, legs slung over his shoulders kicking at the air. He eats you out with gusto, with reverence, sighing into your pussy that itâs been too long, that heâd worried himself nearly half to death over you.Â
Rough hands hold you by your waist and pull you down onto his face. Long, crude licks of his tongue, rubbing the flat of it over your clit until youâre a roiling, twisting hotbed of pent up arousal.Â
The urge to suppress your noises is almost overwhelming. When you twist your head from side to side, thereâs nothing but miles of land; trees and shrubbery and a deep, impenetrable darkness. Not another person around for miles. It makes you shiver when you stare out into it.Â
âI canât, I canât, I canâtââ you gasp, chest getting tighter and tighter until you expect it to burst but it doesnât. It stays all pent up, all itchy and scratchy and you can feel the sweat slicking the small of your back and the blood furiously rushing to your cheeks, heating you up from the inside out. Sweat-laden and flustered.Â
Your toes curl in your boots, throat tightening up the closer it gets. All it takes to push you over the edge is John cupping his hands under your butt to tilt your hips up, licking you from hole to hole. The impertinence and thrill sends a rush through your body, the coil in your belly twisting and releasing, core pulsing around nothing. Your body gives a violent jolt when he gives your clit one last wet, suckling kiss.
âAre you comfortable like this, darlinâ, or should I wait until weâre home?â John asks when he positions himself over you again, beard still wet with your desire and a big hand cupping the front of his trousers. You stare down at the hair dusting his knuckles and the bulge straining against his pants.Â
The shadows make it seem even larger than usual. Your throat goes dry the longer you stare down at where he fists his length through his trousers.
âDarlinâ?â he repeats, drawing your attention back up to his face.
âOh?â you ask, cheeks heating. âIâm, umâŠIâm quite comfortable.â
It seems absurd to have such a conversation when your husbandâs hand is reaching into his trousers to pull out his cock and fuck you with it, but the nervous tickle in your belly is far from unpleasant.Â
Heâs so careful with you, cognizant that your muscles are already sore and aching from days of being on the road and the abuse Graves put you through. Gentle hands maneuver your legs around his hips and move your hair from your face. Again your belly flips.Â
Your grunt is involuntary when he first pushes in, walls stretching around the head of his cock. It hasnât been long enough for the blunt intrusion to be painful, but itâs overwhelming all the same. You wince and grimace through it all.Â
âEasy does it. Youâre alright,â John shushes when you whimper, rough hand cupping your cheek. It sends a thrill down your spine, but doesnât lessen the intensity.Â
He stays like that for a time, hovering over you and stroking a thumb over your cheekbone until you relax around his girth, gradually finding your breath again. In and out; one after the other. When he pulls his hand away, itâs to plant his forearms on the ground beside your head and grind his hips forward, taking your breath away.Â
âOh Lord,â you wheeze, then brace your hands around his neck.Â
âYouâre doing great, darlinâ. Just hold on; Iâve got ya.â
Itâs nothing like the times before; your arms link around his neck and your breath goes shallow, hitching with every measured thrust. Itâs too much and not enough. You feel windswept and battered, bruises smarting now that youâve had time to feel them, but still you need more from him.Â
He works himself into the wet flex of your pussy with slow, heavy thrusts. Taking his time. Not rushing it just yet because though the threat of you being taken from him still looms over his head, heâs sated his bloodlust. His reassurance now comes in the form of your legs spread to receive him and the fat head of his cock fitting snugly in you.Â
The heels of your boots press firm against the flesh above his buttocks. Taking him this way with your clothes still on feels debaucherous, filthier than usual; like you were so desperate to have your husband inside you, that you couldnât even be bothered to remove your garments.Â
He must feel the way that thought heats you up because he rasps, âNeed a lil somethinâ, love?âÂ
Before you can even answer, heâs reached a hand down and tucked it between your thighs to strum the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of your sex.Â
âJohnââ
Your fingernails must dig into the back of his neck because he grunts. Serves him right, you think, digging your nails in all the harder when grinds a knuckle against your clit and you briefly see stars.Â
Youâre splintering down to the root, coming apart in his hands like clay; when he says your name, the darkness fades and for a moment, youâre in the light, a shaft of it haloing your face. Chasing it no matter how fast it runs. A hare in a snare, a shadow captured in the palm of your hand.Â
It comes fluttering down from somewhere beyond sight. Gasped out in another voice, a truer voice. From the depths of you, true as stone and air.Â
âI love you.â
Give it time and itâll come naturally. Now, it comes as a gut punch. Even John stills over you when he hears the words, and you can feel the shudder that runs through him under your fingertips. Thereâs no time to sit and talk about it though, not with the frenzy that comes over him, blue eyes glazed over by a manic glint.Â
He braces one hand on the top of your head and surges forward, so rough with you that your teeth clack together, eyes rolling back in your head.Â
âSay it again,â John growls, leaning down until his mouth is right next to your ear.Â
âI love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love youââ
Then it hits you. A wall of heat. Your belly rolling and cheeks burning, walls squeezing around Johnâs cock, tighter with every thrust. You yelp when he lifts himself off you to yank the skirt of your dress up higher and presses his hands to your inner thighs, spreading your legs wider for him. Bullies his cock into your channel even as you try to squeeze him out, pounding into you until the lurid torrent of words spilling out of his mouth go slurred and his release floods into you, his hips slapping against yours until heâs emptied the last of his spend into your womb.Â
Itâs a while before either of you can move after that. Your energy melts into the ground like rainwater, purifying the earth. Maybe life is already germinating beneath you, grass seedlings about to burst from the dirt, flower buds curled up in tight coils until theyâre ready to bloom.Â
Your hands shake when you lift one up to wipe the sweat from your face.Â
When he finally pulls out of you, the feeling of his come leaking down your inner thighs makes you fussy. You lift your thighs just enough to let him pull your drawers back up before lying back down, no energy left in you to do more than that. You only scrunch your nose a little at the feeling of your combined juices already wetting the gusset.
Time seems to come apart and then piece back together. You roll over onto your side and nestle up against Johnâs chest, staring up at him wordlessly. His eyes stay shut for some time until he feels your stare on him and they peel open, the color of his irises barely discernible in the flickering light.Â
âSomethinâ on your mind?â he asks in a tone so devoid of accusation or condemnation that youâre almost thrown by it. He says it like itâs just another day, like something horrible and monumental didnât just happen.Â
It takes you a while to find the words. Even when you do, they come out jumbled and disjointed. âHow long have youâŠâwhen did you find out?â
ââBout what happened back East?â he clarifies, blunt as usual.Â
The question makes you swallow impulsively, anxiety secreting from you again. âYes.â
John looks up into the dark sky, quiet for a spell. âNot until recently. The arrest warrant drifted across my desk probably around the time Graves first stopped by. Wasnât hard to put two and two together after thatâyou showing up in a tizzy around the same time as the warrant was issued. General description matched as well.â
You feel a bit foolish in retrospect, certain that you were getting away with it all this time.Â
âYou know my name.â
âI do.â
âMy real name.â
âIn a manner of speaking. Got yourself a new last name since then though, didnât you?â
Your lips pull up at the corners involuntarily. âYes. I guess so.â
You can almost hear it now. The penultimate note of the overture writhing against convalescence like you might stay this way for a second longer. But it isnât right to keep feeling the same old pain. At some point, it has to heal.Â
âHey,â John says, giving your shoulder a little shake to draw your attention back to him. The look in his eyes is serious. âThis is as far as the story goes, alright?â
You stare up at him silently until you nod against his chest.Â
âYouâre my wife. End of story. The rest ainât anyoneâs business but ours.â
Off in the distance, an owl hoots, and its call hits your ear as a distant evocation to sleep. You press one last kiss to his chest before rolling off him, letting him put the fire out before the two of you turn in for the night, and then drawing a blanket over the both of you.Â
And then, you go to sleep.
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Hello ! How you doing ?
I noticed that your requests are open, so i'm gonna yap about my favorite Winged Hero: Keigo !
I always think about reader being in a relationship with Hawks, but she feels like she doesn't really belong with him. He is famous, popular and very loved by his fans, meanwhile she likes to live a calm life, only talking and getting involved if someone reaches for her first.
Reader intends to break up with him, but his bird brain got a different message about it: he thinks she just needs more attention and more courting gifts.
So now reader has a collection of shiny rocks, lots of scented blankets and shirts, and a nonstop whistling Keigo around her.
I just really love the idea of Hawks tagging himself as a No refund Partner đ€
(Feel free to ignore this, if you don't like it. Sending you lots of love, your writting is amazing đ„°)
No Refunds!
FEATURING Keigo 'Hawks' Takami i x Reader
SUMMARY You fear that Keigo's fast-paced life is too much for you and try to take a step back, but it doesn't seem to work out that well for you. It's just too bad Keigo doesn't believe in refunds.
CONTENT WARNINGS quiet reader, hawks being a literal bird
AUTHORS NOTE hope you all enjoy more of our feather-winged hero because, based on these requests, y'all can't seem to get enough of him!
Youâd imagined this moment for weeksâa careful plan to untangle yourself from the wings of a man who seemed to live a world apart from your own. Keigoâs life was a loud one, a kaleidoscope of flashing lights, bright interviews, fans hanging on his every word and movement. You couldnât shake the feeling that he belonged somewhere out there, in the heart of the storm, while you were left holding onto calmness, craving quiet.
So youâd practiced your words, rehearsed in the mirror, hoping to explain it gently: Keigo, youâre amazing, but I donât fit into this life. You deserve someone who can keep up, who thrives under a spotlight.
But as you sat across from him in the dimly lit corner of your apartment, watching him devour his meal with an unshakable confidence, all those carefully chosen phrases began to slip away. The man was impossible to ignore, so vividly alive in his unbridled energy, his mouth curling into a familiar, teasing grin every time he caught you looking. It was like trying to capture a gust of wind in your handâthe moment you thought you had him pinned, he shifted, always a step ahead, eyes twinkling with that irreverent humor that made your heart ache.
âKeigo, I justâŠâ you began, feeling your courage falter under his steady gaze. He didnât miss a beat, his fork pausing in midair as he gave you his full attention.
âGo on,â he said, his voice low but attentive, his eyes narrowing with a glint of curiosity that warned you he wasnât going to let anything slide by unnoticed.
You took a breath, trying to anchor yourself. âI just⊠sometimes I feel like I donât really belong in your world,â you said, voice barely above a whisper.
The words hung in the air, and Keigo stared at you, unblinking, as if youâd just told him something in a language he didnât quite understand. After a moment, he let out a soft chuckle, eyes shining with that familiar, playful disbelief. âYou? Not belong with me?â He shook his head, leaning back in his seat with that cocky, amused grin that somehow melted the tension in the room. âI donât buy that, not for a second.â
Your heart twisted painfully, but before you could explain, he shifted closer, closing the space between you with the effortless grace of a hawk zeroing in on its mark. He tilted his head, studying you with an intensity that made your cheeks warm, a hint of softness underlying his typically mischievous gaze.
âListen,â he said, his voice a soft murmur, âif youâre worried about keeping up with me, donât be. You ground me, you know? Not everything has to be about the spotlight.â He leaned in, and his thumb brushed your cheek, a gentle, fleeting touch that left you breathless. âYouâre my calm in all the chaos, you know that?â
Your resolve wavered, and all you could manage was a quiet nod before he kissed your cheek, lingering just long enough to leave a warmth behind. As he left that night, your mind kept replaying that look in his eyesâa flicker of vulnerability that felt strangely out of place on him.
The next morning, you woke to find something glinting on your bedside table. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, and there it wasâa smooth, shining rock, no larger than your thumb, with flecks of gold swirling through its charcoal-gray surface. You reached for it slowly, as if it might vanish at any moment, the unexpected gift settling warm and solid in your palm.
A small folded note rested beside it, scrawled with Keigoâs messy handwriting: Something pretty, just like you! â K
You couldnât stop the laugh that bubbled up, though it came with a pang of sadness. So this was his response? He wasnât angry or upset; instead, he left a little piece of beauty for you, something that made you feel strangely⊠cherished. As if he was whispering, See? Youâre part of my world. I want you here.
If only he left it at that..
The next morning, as you opened your front door, you found a Hawks-branded bag stuffed with the coziest-looking items imaginable. Luxurious blankets, soft enough to melt in your fingers, with colors that reminded you of his wingsâdeep crimsons and warm golden yellows. There was a plush feather-shaped pillow tucked inside, soft and inviting, as if heâd tried to bottle the feeling of his own feathers just for you.
Another note, taped to the top of the bag: For when you want a cozy night in, courtesy of your favorite Winged Hero.
In a daze, you pulled the pillow out, feeling the way it seemed to form to your touch, soft and strangely comforting, like you were holding a part of him in your hands. You couldnât help but laugh to yourself, though it was tinged with disbelief. Hawks, your Keigo, was attempting to make your space his nestâone soft corner at a time.
You werenât sure what to think. The gifts kept coming, like waves lapping persistently at the shore, never once relenting. Soon, you had a growing collection of glimmering stones, each unique in color, shape, and size. Some had ribbons tied around them, others were polished to a glassy sheen. By the end of the week, you could open your own boutique: Hawksâ Feathered Finds.
It was almost funny, in a way, how Keigoâs gift ideas seemed to expand. If the shiny stones werenât enough to convince you of his commitment, the silky blankets and cozy pillows that soon followed would certainly drive the point home.
But as much as the blankets were a nice touch, that wasnât enough either. No, Keigoâs gifts evolved in a way you hadnât anticipated. Not satisfied with just leaving inanimate reminders of himself, he began to bring his own shirts, freshly washed and scented with that clean, faintly spicy cologne that was unmistakably his. Each time he left one, it felt like he was marking his presence all over again. When you came home one day to find three different button-ups hanging over your chair, neatly folded with another noteââSo you wonât miss me too muchââyou realized how completely heâd misunderstood your meaning.
And it didnât stop there.
You started hearing bird calls, from sharp whistles to melodic chirrups, each one distinct and practiced. Theyâd come at random times during your day, clear and unmistakable, carrying across rooftops or echoing down quiet streets. Keigo would appear out of nowhere with a casual âHey,â as if he hadnât just called you over like a sparrow to its nest. Once, you looked out the window and spotted him standing on the rooftop opposite yours, watching you with that familiar spark of mischief in his eyes as he gave a gentle coo that made your cheeks flush.
Then there was the food. Keigo made it a habit to bring takeout on the evenings he knew you were working late, showing up with your favorite dishes and a grin that always promised a good story to go along with them. Heâd kick off his shoes like heâd lived there forever, settling in as if he belonged, yet somehow always a little hesitant. You could tell he was waiting, looking at you as if searching for any sign that his gifts were having an effect.
Finally, one evening after heâd tucked a particularly soft blanket around you with all the precision of a nesting bird, you couldnât help but ask, âWhat exactly are you doing, Keigo?â
He looked up from where heâd just finished arranging the folds of the blanket on your couch, his feathers twitching at your question. âWhat do you mean?â he asked, his amber eyes wide with feigned innocence.
âKeigoâŠâ you said, trying to hold back a laugh as you gestured around your apartment, now cluttered with glistening stones, colorful feathers, and shirts that still carried his scent. âYouâre⊠making a nest in my apartment.â
His wings fluttered, a small chuckle escaping as he scratched the back of his head. âGuess you could call it that.â He crossed over to where you sat, his gaze growing softer. âBut Iâm just making sure you know youâre not going anywhere.â
You shook your head, equal parts amused and bewildered. âI⊠I donât think thatâs how it works.â
Undeterred, Keigo leaned in, his head tilting down just slightly so his eyes met yours, the mischief in them mingling with something warmer, something that pulled at your heart. âMaybe not,â he murmured, his tone more serious than youâd ever heard. âBut I donât give up that easily. You donât just get to decide youâre going to leave, yâknow?â
A small pang tightened in your chest. How could someone like him, someone whose life glittered with fame and thrill, expect to keep someone like you by his side? Yet, looking into his eyes, you saw something deeper, even a little vulnerable, as his thumb traced soft circles over your hand.
âKeigo⊠Iâm notâŠâ you began, trying to find the words. âI just⊠sometimes I feel like Iâm not cut out for this, like I donât belong in this world of yours.â
He watched you for a long moment, his gaze gentle but unwavering. âSweetheart,â he said softly, his wings rustling, âyouâre not holding me back. Youâre the calm in my storm. And Iâm not about to let that slip away.â His hand tightened around yours just slightly. âBesides, I never heard any rule about âno refundsâ not applying to relationships. So guess what? Youâre stuck with me.â
You looked around, taking in the stones, the blankets, the shirtsâthis strange, feathered haven heâd created around you, like a nest meant just for the two of you. You hadnât realized youâd been dating an actual bird until now, and it hit you with a surprising warmth, a feeling that maybe, just maybe, you did belong here after all.
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asking them if they actually love you
fluffy angst, established relationships wriothesley, neuvillette, pantalone, capitano, dottore
Wriothesley
The duke was working at his desk in his private office when you walked in with no lively expression on your face. Wriothesley tore his eyes off from the cup of tea and saw you looking expressively exhausted.
âWow, someoneâs had a tough dayâ, he chuckled, âyou look exhausted, babe.â
Ignoring his childish manner you asked him rather simply:
âWrio, I have just one question. Do you even love me?â
Wriothesley choked on his tea.
âLove you? Of course IâI do.â
You did not have to question his frankness as Wriothesley has always been an explicitly blunt person. He would never lie in such occasions and certainly would tell you if he disliked something.
Having received his answer on the wobbly legs but with a contented smile, you lurked to his desk and hugged him from the side.
âWrio, Iâm just so tired and Iâm in diiiire need of your cuddles.â You surprised him with a nice peck to his cheek.
Seeing you giving in to stress and overwhelmed all over Wriothesley could not help but started feeling upset too. He gently pulled your face close to him, his big gloved hand laid on your cheek in a loving way.
âGirl, someone has been working non-stop I see. Or should I say studying? M?â
He was clearly not happy with your sufferings. Being a workaholic himself Wriothesley knew how easy it is to overwhelm oneself. But he did not want this fate for you. Due to the sudden friction of you leaning to his chest to get sense of comfort, the work papers from Wriothesleyâs desk had dropped onto the floor. You were lucky the ink remained still.
âOops. Seems like you wanted to hug me so much you did not spare the poor sheets.â
âOh, Iâm sorry, Wrio!â
âAh, whatever.â He looked down indifferently. âGirl, I will not calm down until I make sure youâre in your bed, sleeping.â
âIâll be fine. I can get home on my own.â
Wriothesley raised from his desk and discreetly walked you out of his office.
âIâm going to get you home and youâll rest. That is unnegotiable.â
Neuvillette
Neuvillette was a closed, solitary man who experienced some difficulties when it came to relationship dynamics. Deep inside his heart he was, nonetheless, a pure romantic. Heâd always come to your dates earlier, looking nothing but polished; and with incredibly serious (but polite) manner he would court you.
He was always a husband material and he let you know how important you are in his life any time he could. He was dedicated to you wholeheartedly, and even though at first time you were much scared off by his cold, aloof, professional-like appearance, later you found yourself falling in love with him too, until the both of you grew tightly attached to each other.
You knew you should not question or doubt his affections, but you had a terrible day and you only saw your world dark and hollow. It was when your shift ended that Neuvillette entered your office only to find you drowning in your work overtime. Or perhapsâno, it was your studies, your homework.
âDarling, were you doing your studies at work? I thought weâd agree that you would not overexert yourself.â
âI knowâŠâ you mumble, caffeine in you refusing to help anymore. âBut at home I want to sleep. So when I finished my paperwork, I started doing my studies.â
âI see.â Neuvillette walked closely and took a look at your work sheets. âDear, you have some mistakes hereâŠBut thatâs not important now. Iâll give you a lift to home.â
You looked at Neuvillette bewildered.
âHome?â
âItâs evening already.â
âNeuvilletteââ you asked him when he gently pulled you out from the desk by your hand. He gave you a surprised look. Judging by your face you were dead serious about asking something, so he kept quiet, letting you speak. âDo you like, love me?â
He was flustered at first, but only mildly. Neuvillette cleared his throat and adjusting his collar he answered with the equal seriousness:
âThat I do. Why, have I made you doubt my affections?â
âNo. I was just messing with you⊠Iâm having a bad day.â
âI love youâ, he said as if picking up your disappointed mood, he continued confessing to you in a frenzy: âI love you, I love you, I love you.â He smooched your cheek before leading you out of the office. âAnd I will make sure you wonât overwhelm yourself like today.â
Pantalone
âDo you even love meâŠâ you wonder out loud, your chin laying on your arm as youâre doing the paper work.
âLove is a foolish concept for foolish people. It only softens your senses and makes you miserable. I cannot afford being miserable, vulnerable or weakâ, Pantalone respondsâhis words a well-polished conviction he made himself believe in. Although, his looks is harsh on you and he states that in a rough manner, his gaze does not leave your exhausted image not for a moment of time.
Tired and exhausted, you are lying on the desk before the papers.
âSo now youâre collapsing on my desk? Did no one teach you proper manners?â he inquires with a tone so ambiguous and indefinite that no one can truly guess if heâs fooling around or scolding you quite seriously.
âSo you donâtâ, you respond quietly. What were you even thinking⊠Of course a Harbingerâespecially one of the oldest, probably no longer sensitive to feelingsâRegrator would ever love you.
âThereâs no point of me loving you, really. Loveâs a poison, and I cannot let myself be poisoned, for there are many people whoâd prefer me dead. I suffered too many assassination attempts to grow a sense of preservation in myself. Besides, where have you heard about love in business?â As always, the talkative man he is Pantalone would not stop blabbering a second. But seeing you close your eyes as he came closer, he whispered quietly, but audible enough for you to hear:
âI love you.â
Perhaps he did not even consider the words which slipped so fast from his lips. He wanted to cover his mouth shut to hide his embarrassment, but then he did not see a point in this.
âThanksâŠâ said the sleepy you, the next second falling asleep on the papers. âI ⊠love you⊠tooâŠâ
âYouâre an idiot. When will you stop mixing work and studies? Come, Iâll get you to bed.â
He gently pulled you into his arms and carried you through the dimly lit corridor. He placed you on your silky bed sheets, his hand moving to caress your cheek.
âYou need to take better care of yourself. You canât keep being so overwhelmed with both work and university. Now, sleep.â
He kisses your cheek, his lips linger for a few momentsâŠ
âIâm so exhausted.â
âI know. Sleep, my dear.â
He switched the lights off and slowly raised from the bed, afraid to do any friction that would tear you off from the sleepy state.
Capitano
âCapitanoâ, you called him from the middle of the living room, while you were studying near the fireplace.
He was just about to enter the room when you side eyed him and the familiar smell of spicy perfume seemed to fill the half of the air.
âDo you even love me, Capitano?â
He stood there, frozen at your question, not knowing what to respond because you usually would not have audacity to ask him something way too personal. It must have been a damn good reason for you to strike him so deeply.
âHmph. What do you think?â He stopped in the frame of the entrance, his big arms crossed as he leaned onto the frame.
âI don't know, you tell me.â You did not tear your gaze of the book, as if taunting him. But he did not suspect that you were genuinely exhausted at that moment and sook to be comforted.
âDo you think Iâd let you lurk in my house on weekends if I did not? Do you think I would ask my servants to prepare the finest meals for you, neatly accordingly to your allergies?â He grunts, unsatisfied and irritated. âDo you think Iâd even let you talk to me so boldly if I did not want you by my side?â
You finally raised your head at him, leaving the book behind and gave him a satisfied but undoubtedly cunning smile.
âCapitano, my love, youâre so cute when youâre grumpy.â
âI just don't see a point in asking something so obvious.â
âYou and your rational thinking. What if I just wanted to hear you sweet talking to me?â
Capitano was speechless. He knew how cunning you could be, but he did not even imagine that you would be taunting him so badly.
âIâve had a difficult day. Too much studies, too little rest. I have not much time before exams so I am constantly stressing.â
âYou don't have your deserved rest because you kept working even being a student. You need to choose one, woman.â
You sighed at Capitano. How many times did you have to explain to him?..
âI know, but I told you I want to have some cash of my own. I don't want to constantly ask you to buy something for me.â
âBut your work kills you. You give so much effort for university, and you give as much to your work. This is unacceptable for your health.â His tone is cold with seriousness. You know he wouldn't change his mind just as you wouldn't change yours.
âFine, perhaps Iâll work two days instead of three. But Capitano, stop standing there like a statue, sit down next to me. My mind is at peace when you are close.â
âEven if I am simply⊠sitting here? Doing nothing at all?â
âEven so. But I think you already know that you could hug me since I haven't seen you the whole day~.â
Dottore
âDo you even love me, Dottore?â you asked him plainly with no ceremonies. For a moment Dottoreâs hand froze as he was holding the vial. He was standing there in his white medical gown as he mixed some fluids. After a few long moments he finally gave you an answer, his tone indifferent, but you could not see his expression behind the white safety mask.
âYou know perfectly I only love science.â
âGuess I should have expected that ansââ
âBut I love you. Perhaps, a little less than science, but I do. And I hope you know thatâ, he cleared his throat, âwhyâd you even ask that on the first place?â
You took a few steps closer to Dottore, silently lurking behind his back, fearing to ruin his test, but you could not escape his sharp senses.
âWhat are you doing?â
âNothing. Continue with your experiment.â
âUh-huh.â Dottore finally poured the fluids and mixed them properly. When the experiment finished he took his gloves off and you quickly wrapped your arms around his waist before he could run away from you.
âWhatâs wrong with you?â he asked, flustered enough to want his face hidden somewhere far from your eyes.
âI missed you, besides Iâm very tired. If you donât want to hug me back, then just stay like this and let me squeeze you.â
Nothing could express Dottoreâs astonishment right now. He was most embarrassed, and he is not at all used to such extravagant signs of affections.
âY/N you fool, careful with where youâre standing, my whole lab is not a playground.â
âI love you too, Dottore.â You delivered a peck to his cheek from behind. That action made Dottore boil immensely, and he finally turned around and leaned against his desk.
âDid something or someone upset you? You donât usually act so rapidly.â
âJust a bad day in general. Iâm exhausted and hungry too. But at least you told me you love me.â
Dottore sighed through teeth. He disliked a mere idea of you being stressed out. He wanted to cheer you up but his heart did not have capacity enough for much open affection.
âOkay, brat. How about we grab a dinner somewhere together? You wanna hot food?â
There were sudden sparkles in your eyes - the only offer from Dottoreâs lips made you all shake with excitement and your frustration seemed to brush off.
âI would love to eat out with you right now, Dott.â
âWell in that caseâ, he glared at you and hissed, âlet me finish my job properly. Wait in the vestibule.â
Grinning, you escaped his lab with fast pace, seeing Dottore roll his eyes at your childish excitement.
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At The End of The Night
Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
The Loud House Universe
Warnings: Smut Inside - Minors DNI (18+)
Note: I hope y'all enjoy
Summary: Wanda has always been a third in Reader and Nat's relationship. Why not take it to the next level?
W/c: 5k
It felt strange, in a good way, for the house to be this quiet. You were seated on the couch, sandwiched between Wanda and Natasha, as the soft TV light bathed the room in dim, darting light. Cara was away at a sleepover with friends, leaving you and Natasha with the rare opportunity for a quiet night. Of course, inviting Wanda over for a movie night was a given.
People always joked that Wanda was the third in your marriage, and while that was only half true, the three of you shared a bond unlike any other. When Wanda joined the team, you were the first person to make her feel welcome, and she was someone who quickly found her place in your lives. You and Wanda immediately hit it off, bonding over a few common interests and quickly building a friendship that became as easy as family. Wanda was a person you trusted with pretty much everything. She's someone you both cared about deeply.
Now, nestled together under a heavy blanket, Wanda gave an exaggerated sigh as she leaned her head against the pillows. âIâm just saying, if he wanted her back, he could have tried a little harder than just showing up at her work with a bouquet,â she scoffed, her eyes never leaving the screen.
Natasha smirked on your other side. âItâs a rom-com. If it made sense, it wouldnât be half as entertaining,â she said, sipping her wine. She draped an arm casually over the back of the couch, stroking the back of your neck with the tip of her fingers.
You sighed softly at the sensation, the wine, and the heat of their bodies, making you feel content and comfortable. Wanda shifted, and her thigh pressed against yours. The movie was coming to an end, and you were buzzed. It was a good feeling.
"I need more wine," You announced.
"Oh no, you don't," Natasha gripped your glass out of arms' reach. "You get too frisky when you're drunk."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," You scoffed.
"It is when we have guests," Natasha gestured to Wanda. "You've been rubbing my leg this entire movie."
You hadn't even noticed. "Sorry, Wands," You apologized.
"No, I'm used to it," Wanda waved her hand, dismissing your concerns.
"Used to it?" You frowned.
Wanda nodded. "You're not subtle. You always do the same things when you're drunk, which isn't often. You guys are very touchy-feely." She teased, laughing a little as she looked between you and Natasha. "Not that it's a bad thing."
"Sorry if that makes you uncomfortable," Natasha apologized.
"It's fine," Wanda promised. "It's a nice change, actually. Everyone is so formal, and everyone always wants something from me. You guys are the only ones who make me feel... Normal. It's nice."
"We'll always be here for you," You smiled. "You're sweet."
She smiled back at you.
âYou donât have to be anyone but yourself with us. And if you ever feel uncomfortable, just say the word.â You told her.
Wanda smiled, glancing down. âYou guys are the best,â she said, looking up with a hint of bashfulness. âI guess Iâve always wondered what that would feel likeâto have someone you could just be yourself around all the time.â
You exchanged a quick glance with Natasha before gently nudging Wanda with your shoulder. âItâll happen for you, too, you know. Some lucky person out there will love you for exactly who you are.â
Wanda chuckled, her cheeks turning a little pink. âYou both make it look so easy, though. How do you even start with all of this⊠relationship stuff?â
"Have you not been in one?" Natasha raised a brow.
"No, not really. There was a guy back home, but he was a jerk. And I was so busy, and then there was Ultron and Sokovia, and..." Wanda trailed off, shaking her head. "It's always seemed like a luxury."
"It's not. It's an incredible experience." You said, smiling to yourself as you glanced at your wife.
"And the sex is a bonus," Natasha grinned.
Wanda rolled her eyes. "I'm sure."
"What?" You frowned, a little confused. "Are you a virgin?"
"No, no," Wanda shook her head. "I've slept with a man before, but..."
"But what?" Natasha frowned.
"I've never slept with a woman," Wanda explained.
"Would you like to?" You tilted your head.
"With whom?" Wanda's eyes widened.
"Well, not necessarily now," You shook your head. You licked your lips and thought it over. "But we could help you practice if you'd like."
"Practice?"
"Sure," Natasha nodded. "There's no reason for you to have a bad first time."
"I'm not asking for a pity-fuck," Wanda rolled her eyes. She sighed. "I should probably get home."
"Or you could stay?" You suggested, looking over to Natasha for backup. "If you want."
Natasha nodded in agreement. "It's a big bed, and you could have the spare room if you'd rather have privacy. But, no pressure."
"Yeah," You agreed. "It doesn't have to be anything weird. I mean, not unless you want it to be."
Wanda stared at you both briefly, her brow creasing a little. "So, what, I'll come to sleep with you guys, and you'll make me feel good?"
"If that's what you want, yes," You nodded. "And if not, we'll still be here for you."
"Why?"
"Because we're your friends and care about you," Natasha shrugged. "We're offering because we'd like to, but if you're not interested, that's fine, too."
Wanda looked at the both of you for a moment, a little taken aback. You felt a little guilty. You hadn't meant to make her uncomfortable.
"What would we do?" She finally asked.
"Whatever you'd like. Whatever makes you feel good," Natasha assured her.
"I'm sorry," Wanda shook her head. She brushed a hand over her face to collect her thoughts. "Maybe I've had too much to drink. Are you guys being serious?"
"Yes," You nodded.
"Okay, hold on. Let me process," Wanda put up her hands.
You and Natasha exchanged another glance, not wanting to make the younger woman feel awkward.
"I'm going to grab more wine," Natasha announced, standing up. "Be right back."
"You can ask questions," You said, reaching over and squeezing her hand.
"I-I'm not sure what to ask," She admitted.
"How do you feel about it?"
"A little embarrassed," Wanda chuckled nervously. "But also a little curious."
"What's embarrassing about it?"
"It's not something that's normally talked about, is it? People don't go around bragging about how much they want to fuck their friends." She explained, dropping her hands to her lap. "You two are generous for the offer, but I don't want to be someone intruding on your marriage."
"It's only intruding if we say no and you push," You reminded her. "Which is the same for you. If you say no, we won't push."
There was a long pause from her. She hadn't said no yet.
Wanda sighed softly, running a hand through her hair. "I'm afraid I won't be good. What if I fumble, or what if it's awkward and..."
"Then we'll have a laugh and call it a day. I promise." You reassured her.
Wanda bit her lip, and you watched her eyes dart from the door to you and back to the door. Finally, she turned to look at you again.
"What would you want to do with me?" She asked, her voice a little softer. Instead of telling her, you decided to show her. You scooted closer to her on the couch, raising your hands to her face before leaning in to press your lips against hers. Her lips were soft, and her skin was warm. She melted into the kiss, her shoulders relaxing as she brought a hand up to touch your face. You pulled away for a moment, gauging her reaction. Her lips were slightly parted, and her cheeks flushed, but she said nothing.
"Come here," You whispered. This kiss was more sensual. Mainly for her benefit and partly because you'd wanted to taste her for a while. You sucked on her bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan from the young woman.
"I can see why you're a married woman," Wanda whispered.
"I've got some moves," You smirked.
"So do I," Wanda replied, suddenly pulling you back in. Her lips were hungry and insistent, and her tongue flicked against yours, drawing another soft moan from the depths of your throat.
"I leave for two minutes," Natasha sighed. She had three filled wine glasses balancing in her hands. "I take it you're up for the offer."
"I'm still considering," Wanda replied, though her eyes were glued to your lips. "We should discuss this over wine."
Natasha grinned. "Good plan. Here's your glass." She handed Wanda the red wine before sitting next to you. She reached for the remote, flicked the TV off, and plunged the room into semi-darkness. Only the soft glow from the kitchen light illuminated the living room.
Wanda gulped down her glass of wine as you looked at her amusedly. When her glass was empty, she softly set it on the table. "Are you guys in an open marriage?"
"No," Natasha answered. "Not open. We just like you."
"I'm not a homewrecker," Wanda insisted.
"It's not a wreck if we want to share," You said.
Wanda took a deep breath, looking between you and Natasha. She chewed on her bottom lip as she contemplated your proposition. You could tell she was nervous but also intrigued.
"If it's too much, we can stop whenever you want," Natasha reminded her.
"Can I kiss you?" Wanda asked her.
"I'd be upset if you didn't."
Wanda's lips crashed against Natasha's. Their lips locked, their tongues meeting as the two women explored each other. The sight was breathtaking, and you could feel the arousal growing within you.
You took a long sip of your wine, watching them. There were key differences in how you kissed and Natasha kissed. Natasha was more hands-on with her kissing, opting to feel whatever part of your body she could get her hands on. You could see them twitch in her lap out of the corner of your eye. Her kisses were confident and sensual. They left no doubt in your mind about what her intentions were.
Wanda's hands rested against your thighs, occasionally gripping them. She was less intense and more curious. Her kisses were tentative, exploring the other woman's mouth slowly and deliberately. She clearly felt for Natasha, and you wondered if the redhead knew. It was a dangerous line to cross, but you were not giving up this opportunity.
You couldn't help but wonder if this was how Natasha felt the first time the two of you had sex. Seeing the two of them together was thrilling and a little surreal.
Natasha was the one to break the kiss. She pulled away with a sigh, licking her lips as she looked over at you.
"You've got good taste," She smirked.
"So do you," You winked.
"How far do we want to take this?" Natasha asked, looking over at Wanda. "The ball is in your court."
"I have some ideas," Wanda blushed. "But I'm a little afraid."
"Do you want to be the one getting fucked?" You asked.
"Yes," Wanda nodded.
"Do you want to fuck Natasha, or do you want her to fuck you?"
"I-I... I want you to fuck me," Wanda said.
"That can be arranged," You winked.
"And do you want me to watch, or do you want me to join?" Natasha asked, her fingers dancing along Wanda's arm.
"Whatever you'd like," Wanda said softly.
"We have plans for you yet," You rested a hand on the small of her waist. "I hope this is okay."
"This is great," Wanda said, leaning back as you kissed her neck. "Just different. I'm not used to being treated this way."
"Well, you deserve it," Natasha purred. "And so does my wife. She likes it a little rough. How do you like it?"
"I'm not sure," Wanda admitted. "I've only had sex a couple of times, and it wasn't amazing."
"Oh, honey," Natasha cooed. "We'll take good care of you. That's a promise."
"Okay," Wanda breathed.
"Come here," You grabbed her by the waist, pulling her over onto your lap. You kissed her gently, trying to soothe her. You didn't want her to feel uncomfortable or pressured; the last thing you wanted was for her to feel like an intruder.
Wanda moaned into your mouth as your tongue found hers, the tension in her shoulders gradually melting away. Your fingers crept under the hem of her shirt, gently rubbing the soft skin of her lower back.
"Do you want to take this to the bedroom?" Natasha asked.
"Yes," Wanda nodded, breaking the kiss and climbing off your lap. Natasha took her hand, leading her to the bedroom as you trailed. The room was dark and cool. She set Wanda up on the edge of the bed.
"I want to see you two kiss," She blushed.
"Oh, does that turn you on?"
"It always has," She nodded.
Natasha smirked. "Then we should oblige." She turned and kissed you, her hands cupping your face. Her lips were soft, and the taste of wine lingered on her tongue.
"Mm," Wanda hummed.
You'd wanted Natasha's hands on your body all night. She sucked on your tongue, drawing a soft moan from the depths of your throat.
"Fuck, that's hot," Wanda whimpered.
You smiled into the kiss, feeling Natasha's lips pull up at the corners. You broke the kiss and pulled her close, your bodies pressing against each other.
"Your turn," You said, gesturing towards Wanda. "Go easy on her."
"Wouldn't dream of doing otherwise," Natasha replied, her green eyes sparkling.
"Are you gonna strip, or are you waiting for me to do it?" Wanda teased.
Natasha laughed, walking over to the young woman and sitting beside her. She placed a hand on her thigh and leaned in, kissing her. This time, there was no hesitation.
Natasha kissed her hungrily, her fingers tracing circles against her bare skin. Wanda moaned softly, her body shivering. She broke the kiss, looking up at Natasha through thick lashes.
"Are you alright?" Natasha asked.
"More than," Wanda nodded.
"Can I touch you?"
"Please."
Natasha's hand trailed up her thigh and slipped underneath her shirt. Her hand found the soft cup of her bra as she used her thumb to tease Wanda's nipple through the material. To Wanda, it was perfect foreplay, but you knew better. Natasha was gauging Wanda's sensitivity. She did not disappoint.
"Mmm," Wanda sighed, her back arching slightly to get more feeling. "Fuck, that feels good."
"Does it?" Natasha smirked, continuing to rub the fabric. Wanda's nipple was hardening and beginning to peek out.
"Yes," Wanda whimpered.
"You want more?"
"Please."
Natasha's fingers slipped beneath her bra, her fingertips brushing against the soft, sensitive skin. Wanda moaned, her body jerking a little.
"Fuck, that's so good," Wanda whined.
"You like having your nipples played with, don't you?" Natasha purred.
"Y-yes," Wanda breathed.
Natasha smirked. "Good to know."
She kissed her again, her lips hungry and demanding. Wanda melted into the kiss, her body sinking into the mattress. You used that moment of distraction to begin unbuttoning Wanda's jeans. Your fingers made quick work of the buttons and zipper.
"Lift up for me, baby," You requested.
Wanda raised her hips, letting you slide the denim down her legs. You tossed them to the side, leaving her in her panties and her bra.
Natasha finally broke the kiss, and Wanda gasped for air. "You're so beautiful," Natasha murmured, eyes scanning the younger woman's body. "And you taste so sweet."
Wanda blushed. "Thank you," She said shyly.
"My turn," You grinned, kneeling between her thighs.
"Your wife has good ideas," Wanda hummed.
You spread Wanda's legs for her, noting the wet patch on the front of her underwear. Your mouth watered at the sight.
"You've been wanting this for a while," You mused as you approached her. You used your knuckle to brush against the wet spot finding her clit with ease.
"Shit," Wanda gasped.
You smirked at the reaction.
"I'd ask you what you were thinking, but I think it's fairly obvious." You teased, rubbing slow, firm circles around her clit.
Wanda moaned, her body writhing beneath you. "F-fuck."
"Don't make her come so fast," Natasha warned as she pinched Wanda's nipples between her fingers.
"Sorry, babe," You smirked, pulling your hand away.
Wanda let out a soft whimper at the sudden loss of contact.
"We can't have that," Natasha purred. She moved her hands from Wanda's chest and slid her fingers underneath the waistband of her underwear. "Lift up for me, pretty girl."
Wanda obeyed, raising her hips once again. Natasha hooked her fingers around the fabric and tugged them down. She tossed them over her shoulder, her green eyes raking over Wanda's exposed skin.
"Fuck," Natasha muttered.
"What is it?" Wanda asked.
"You're just so... fucking gorgeous,"
"I didn't shave," Wanda apologized. "I didn't exactly plan for this."
"Doesn't matter," You shook your head. "Natasha, hold her." You raised your chin. Natasha immediately knew what you were asking of her. She moved across the bed and leaned back against the pillows and headboard. She patted the spot between her legs for Wanda to come and sit. Wanda leaned back against Natahsa's front.
You grabbed Wanda's thighs, pulling her down the bed and spreading her legs, her glistening pussy on display for you. You didn't hesitate to lean in and lap up her slit. Her taste exploded on your tongue, the sweet taste of her arousal coating your tastebuds.
"Fuuuuck," Wanda groaned.
"You're doing so good," Natasha murmured, her hands massaging Wanda's tits and belly.
You continued to lick her, her taste and scent surrounding you. You moaned softly, loving the way she writhed beneath you.
"Y-you're really good at that," Wanda panted, her body jerking and trembling. "MMM," She moaned softly.
You could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter with each flick of your tongue.
"She's very skilled," Natasha chuckled.
"Oh, fuck," Wanda moaned, her head falling back. "Please."
You hummed softly, the vibration adding to her pleasure.
"Oh, please, oh," Wanda whimpered.
"She's really sensitive," Natasha mused. "Do you like that?" She asked.
"Y-yes, it feels amazing," Wanda stammered.
You smirked, swirling your tongue around her clit. Her thighs trembled in response, and you knew she was close.
"You don't know how long we've been wanting you," Natasha murmured into her ear. She nuzzled her neck with her nose.
"R-really?"
"You're gorgeous," Natasha murmured, her voice soft. "Of course."
"So are you," Wanda breathed.
"We could've done this so long ago," Natasha said, kissing her cheek.
Wanda didn't answer, and you weren't sure if she was even listening. Your tongue was buried deep in her pussy, and her legs were quivering. Natasha's hands moved to her thighs, forcing her to keep her legs open as you sucked her clit into your mouth.
"OH, oh, I'm going to..." She trailed off, her orgasm hitting her. Her body tensed, her legs trembling. You didn't stop, your tongue flicking over her sensitive nub.
"Mm," Natasha hummed.
Wanda's entire body tensed, and her back arched off the bed. You kept your tongue on her, tasting her orgasm as it flowed out of her.
"Shit," She panted.
"How was that?" You asked, finally pulling away.
"Good," She replied. "Amazing."
"We're not finished yet," Natasha said. "We're just getting started."
"You've been a really good girl," You smiled.
"Yeah?" Wanda asked, still trying to catch her breath.
"Yes," You nodded. "We've been talking about this for a while."
"You have?"
"Yes," Natasha smiled. "And now, you're all ours."
"Yes," Wanda nodded. She reached for you, pulling you to her and tasting herself on your tongue.
"I think she likes it," Natasha smirked.
"Yeah," You nodded.
"Can I touch you?"
"Sure," You shrugged. "Where do you want to touch me?"
"Everywhere," Wanda admitted. "Will you show me how to pleasure her?" She leaned her head onto Natasha's shoulder to see her eyes. The two of you shared a smirk. Wanda assumed that Natasha usually took a more dominant role in the bedroom. If only she'd seen you a couple nights ago, with Natasha begging you to fuck her as you made her come for the second time.
"Start with her neck," Natasha instructed. "And her ears. Those are two of her most sensitive areas."
Wanda followed her instructions. Her lips pressed against your neck, and her teeth grazed your earlobe.
"Mmm," You hummed, tilting your head to the side.
"That's good," Natasha praised.
"Do you want my shirt off?"
"Yes," Wanda nodded.
You reached down, pulling the shirt over your head. The cold air hit your bare skin, causing your arms and chest goosebumps.
"Now her nipples," Natasha murmured, watching Wanda closely.
Wanda nodded, her fingers finding your nipple and pinching it.
"Ooh," You gasped.
"She's more sensitive there than I am," Natasha explained.
"Not true," You moaned.
"Oh, hush," She smirked.
"Keep doing that," You urged as Wanda wrapped her lips around your nipple. You straddled her lap, effectively pinning her to Natasha as you looked into your wife's eyes.
"Look at her," Natasha smirked. "So pretty."
Wanda looked up at you, her lips still wrapped around your nipple. You cupped her cheek, smiling at her.
"Such a good girl," Natasha praised.
Wanda's eyes fluttered closed at the praise, her body melting into yours.
"She's perfect," Natasha murmured, her voice low.
"Mhmm," You agreed, running a hand through Wanda's hair.
Wanda's hands roamed your body, exploring every inch of your skin. She was so curious, so eager, and it made you smile.
"You're so sexy," Wanda said softly when her lips released your nipple with a pop. "Both of you."
"And so are you," Natasha cooed.
"You've got great boobs," Wanda hummed.
"Why thank you," You grinned.
"Do you mind if I kiss her again?"
"Go right ahead," Natasha replied.
Wanda pressed her lips against yours, her hands roaming your back.
"Do you want to touch her more?" Natasha asked.
"I think so," Wanda nodded. "But I don't know where to start."
"Just explore," Natasha replied.
Wanda's hands explored your body, her fingers tracing patterns along your skin.
"That's so good," You breathed.
"She's so responsive," Wanda smiled.
"Yeah, she is," Natasha agreed.
Wanda's fingers trailed down your stomach, her hand slipping into your pants. Her fingers found your pussy, sliding along the wetness.
"Oh, god," You moaned, your hips bucking forward.
"Does that feel good?" Wanda asked.
"Yes," You moaned.
Wanda's fingers moved up and down, sliding easily along your pussy. This was her first time touching another woman. She wanted to see and feel everything.
"Fuck," You breathed, your hips bucking.
"So wet," Wanda purred.
"Yeah, that's what happens when someone has you as a lover," Natasha said, her voice dripping with lust.
"Right there," You sighed as Wanda's fingers clumsily found your clit.
"Here?"
"Y-yeah," You moaned.
Wanda's fingers worked your clit, her pace quickening.
"Mm," Natasha hummed.
"F-fuck," You whimpered, your hips jerking.
"Good girl," Natasha purred.
Wanda continued her ministrations, her fingers rubbing your clit.
"O-oh," You moaned.
"That's it," Natasha encouraged.
Your thighs began to tremble, your orgasm building.
"C-close," You stammered.
"Come for her," Natasha said.
"Fuck, yes," Wanda growled.
"OH," You moaned, your body tensing as your orgasm washed over you. Wanda's fingers continued to work, her pace unrelenting.
"Fuck," You breathed, your hips grinding against her.
"That's a good girl," Natasha said softly.
"Damn," Wanda smiled.
"That was really good," You said, taking a moment to breathe.
"It was," Wanda nodded. She helped you pull the sticky underwear and sweatpants from your body.
"How much can you take?" You asked Wanda.
"What do you mean?"
"Do you want Natasha to fuck you? Or do you want me to fuck you?"
"I don't know," Wanda admitted. "You choose."
"Hmm," You chuckled to yourself. You reached over to your nightstand, grabbed one of your favorite straps, and tossed it to Natasha. "She needs you."
"Is that so?" Natasha grinned, holding the strap-on.
"Yes," Wanda nodded, looking up at the redhead.
"How badly do you want it?" Natasha teased.
"I want it," Wanda answered, her voice shaky.
"Are you scared?"
"A little," Wanda admitted.
"We have you," You reassured her. Natasha removed herself from the bed to adjust the strap. It wasn't too big. Six and a half inches. It was perfect. She returned to the bed and kneeled between Wanda's thighs.
"We'll go slow," Natasha promised.
"Okay," Wanda nodded, taking a deep breath.
Natasha's hand slipped between her legs, testing her readiness.
"Fuck," Wanda gasped.
"That's good," Natasha smirked, pulling her hand back. "Ready?"
"Y-yes," Wanda said, nodding.
Natasha lined the dildo up with her pussy and pushed it in, her hands on either side of her hips.
"Oh, God," Wanda moaned, her eyes squeezing shut.
"How does it feel?"
"Good," Wanda whimpered.
"Just breathe, honey," Natasha cooed. From beside them, you offered moral support. You knew this feeling, and it was a good feeling.
"Fuck, it's a lot," Wanda panted.
"Do you need a minute?"
"No, keep going," Wanda urged.
Natasha obliged, pushing further into her.
"Oh, God," Wanda moaned.
"Good girl," Natasha murmured. Your eyes zeroed in on the strap pushing into Wanda's tight hole.
"Fuck," Wanda whined, her hips squirming.
"You're doing great," You praised.
"I know," Wanda groaned, her cheeks turning pink.
Natasha bottomed out, her hips flush against Wanda's.
"There we go," Natasha hummed.
"Oh," Wanda moaned, her body adjusting to the strap. Her clit brushed against Natasha's pelvis.
"That's better," Natasha smiled.
"Feels... different," Wanda admitted.
"Good or bad?"
"Just... different."
"You'll get used to it," You reassured her.
"Is that what it's like for you?" Wanda asked, looking at you.
"Sort of," You nodded. "But I usually have something inside me, too."
"Can I touch you again?" Wanda asked.
"Of course," You replied, spreading your legs.
Wanda reached over, her fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow circles around it.
"Mmm," You moaned.
"You have a pretty pussy," Wanda cooed.
"Thank you," You blushed.
"Do you mind if I taste it?"
"No, I don't mind," You shook your head. You knew the implications of what she was asking and obliged. In one swift move, you were straddling Wanda's head. She used one hand to wrap around your thigh and the other to dig into Natasha's back as the other woman thrust into her.
"Ooh," Wanda gasped as Natasha's hips met hers.
"Mm, fuck," You whimpered as her tongue lapped at your pussy.
"Tastes good," She muttered.
"You're so good," Natasha purred, her fingers digging into Wanda's hips.
Wanda moaned against your pussy, the vibrations sending shivers through your body.
"O-oh," You gasped.
Wanda's tongue flicked over your clit, her lips wrapping around it. You did the same to her earlier, and it drove her wild. She figured the same would be for you.
"Holy shit," You breathed, your hips grinding against her.
"Fuck, I can't," Natasha whined, her hips snapping.
"You're doing so good," You encouraged.
"Mm-hmm," Wanda mumbled, her tongue licking up your slit. If someone were to walk in right now, they'd either be horrified or incredibly turned on. The sound of the bed creaking against the floor and your mingled moans were the only things that could be heard.
"You're doing amazing, baby," Natasha praised, her hips moving faster and harder.
"You're going to make us both come," You groaned.
Wanda whimpered beneath you. She'd never experienced something as euphoric as this moment. Even if her neck strained and he tongue was tired, she was not giving up. She felt the delicious ache of the strap filling hr, and your arousal coated her tongue.
"Oh, god," You moaned, your thighs trembling.
"Fuck," Natasha growled, her hips thrusting.
Wanda's hands dug into your thighs, her nails leaving small crescent marks.
"I-I'm gonna," You stammered.
"Do it," Wanda murmured, her lips moving against your pussy. You came, reaching out to the headboard to hold you up as you thrust against her tongue. You tried to be mindful of the fact that she could suffocate, but Wanda only locked in more. She pulled you down, sucking gently on your clit, prolonging your orgasm. Not too shortly after, she was thrown into her own unexpected orgasm as Natasha thrust harder.
"F-fuck," Natasha grunted.
"Holy shit," Wanda whimpered, her hips bucking.
Natasha's hips jerked, her grip tightening.
"Shit," You swore.
"FUCK!" Wanda moaned, her legs trembling.
Natasha's body tensed, her thighs shaking.
"Oh, God," She groaned.
"Oh my," You breathed.
Wanda let out a shaky moan, her body writhing beneath yours.
"Wow," She whispered.
"You're doing amazing," You panted, climbing off her head.
"That was incredible," Natasha breathed, slowly pulling the strap out of Wanda's pussy.
"Thank you," Wanda smiled, her chest heaving.
"You're such a good girl," Natasha smiled.
"You are," You nodded. "I can't believe that was your first time."
"Really?" Wanda asked.
"Absolutely," Natasha replied.
"Well, I guess it was worth the wait."
"I'm sure," You laughed, crawling into the middle of the bed.
"Do you need anything, babe?" Natasha asked.
"Maybe a glass of water," You smirked.
"Okay," Natasha nodded. She kissed you and then kissed Wanda.
"You're going to stay, right?"
"If you want me to," Wanda smiled.
"We'd love for you to," You grinned.
"Then, yes," She nodded.
"Good," You smiled, kissing her gently.
"We're keeping her," Natasha said as she walked out of the room.
"Definitely," You grinned. "Can you go again?" You asked her as your hands trailed across her body.
"Y-yes," Wanda answered, her eyes fluttering closed.
"Good," You hummed, nuzzling your face in her neck.
"That was... wow," Wanda breathed.
"It was," You nodded, pressing soft kisses against her neck.
"I never thought I'd actually have sex with someone, let alone two people," She said.
"You haven't really dated before?"
"No," Wanda replied, shaking her head.
"We've known each other for a long time," You noted. "This feels natural."
"It does," Wanda agreed.
"It's like you're part of our little family already."
"I think so," She smiled.
"I'm glad you feel that way."
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Early September was brutal in southern California. Each day seemed hotter than the one before it, and even the smallest bit of yard work was enough to leave Bradley sweaty and miserable. He stood in the middle of his front yard, eyes closed, thinking about how beautiful autumn was in Virginia when he was a kid. He leaned against the handle of the rake, picturing a pumpkin patch, a corn maze and all the things he would never find in San Diego.
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What he didn't mention was the fact that he often still felt like a bit of an outsider in town, even though he attended all the neighborhood potlucks and still had some blond in his hair from hanging out on the local beaches all summer.
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"And you like the neighborhood?" you asked, fully facing him now with a smirk on your face. He shrugged the best he could without moving too much. "I might like it better now."
Oh he is such a flirt đ€
Then there was the day you bumped into him coming out of the salon next to his barber, and he complimented your colorful nails at the same time you told him his haircut looked nice. He blushed, and you smiled before turning toward your car, glancing back at him a little expectantly.Â
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"Why's that?" you asked, placing your hand on your hip while you held up a head of cabbage. "You're a picky eater?" He shook his head and took a step closer to you. "The exact opposite. I love food. I will eat literally anything that is edible." "I guess it makes sense that you love food," you told him with a smile. "You're a big boy." Your gaze drifted down along his shoulders and chest before you started to look a little embarrassed. "I... yeah... I think I'll just grab whatever looks good and take it from there. See you on Friday night?" "Yeah," he grunted as you walked toward an eggplant display. He would see you on Friday night. And he would be prepared ahead of time to ask you out.
He definitely is rehearsing, asking her out in front of the mirror as soon as he is home đ€
Once again, your laughter had him ready to drop what he was holding and reach for you. He had to ask you out tonight. It had been weeks already since you moved in, and you were definitely giving him a green light. He could think of a dozen different restaurants he wanted to take you to, and maybe you'd like the artsy little movie theater.
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He ran his hand over his face and groaned, parking in front of the restaurant and yanking his keys from the ignition. If he'd just asked you out that day, maybe he'd be picking up twice as much food and sharing it with you tonight.
Oh he is regretting all his life choices right then and there
The air was silent except for the muffled sound of food being prepared in the kitchen behind him. Your eyes looked so sad as you shook your head and pressed your lips together. "No. No, I'm sorry, Bradley."
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For the first time since he moved to California, the air outside was too cold. There was an uncomfortable knot in his stomach as he glanced over at your car. He shivered miserably as he saw the shadow of someone waiting in your passenger seat. Then he drove home and ate alone in his kitchen before going to bed.
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Today was Halloween, and he spent over an hour carving some of the pumpkins to look like soccer balls before dressing in his usual costume. Handing candy out to the neighborhood kids and trying to guess what they were dressed as sounded like fun. He was determined to have a good night, even if he did have to angle the folding chair on his porch so he was facing slightly away from your house. He would enjoy himself no matter what.
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"Where's Raphael?" he asked as they collected their candy. Leonardo laughed and said, "Nobody wants to be Raphael. He's the lamest one." "I would have to agree," Bradley replied, about to help himself to a piece of candy as they started to run to the next house.
I feel like Rooster is good with kids because he has the same interests as kids it seems đ
"Hi," you replied immediately, looking from his mustache to the whistle around his neck and back up to his visor. "Are you seriously dressed as Ted Lasso?" "I always dress as Ted Lasso," he told you, and he was rewarded with a smile that made him want to follow you around the neighborhood like a lost puppy.Â
Oh he 100% would
The kid nodded but said, "You need to call it a football." Bradley found himself agreeing. "You're completely right. It's only proper."
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Your eyes were alert, scrutinizing his expression as you said, "His name is Max. He's almost ten." "He looks like you." You went silent for a few seconds, fiddling with the soccer ball in your hands. When you finally spoke, you were looking at Bradley's feet. "I knew you didn't know about him. I mean, you did ask me out after all." You laughed even though nothing was funny and finally looked up at his face. Then Max started to walk back the way you and he came, and you followed him. Bradley called your name. When you turned back, he said, "To be clear, I would have still asked you out if I'd known." And then you looked so sad again.
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"It's a spicy buffalo dip," you replied, smile growing. "I literally made it with chicken from a can. I'm pretty sure you could trick them into thinking it came from your kitchen. You can even take your tortilla chips, too."
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His fingers tightened on the handles when you took a small step closer to him. This was agony, being so close to you when he really wanted to touch you, but knew he couldn't. He whispered your name at the same time you looked up at him and started talking. "Max isn't my son. He's my nephew. But I'm his legal guardian now." Bradley's lips parted, but you shook your head and quickly added. "The night of the last potluck, I got a phone call that my brother and his wife were in a car accident. They both died before they reached the hospital. I had to pick Max up from soccer practice that night, and he's been with me ever since." Tears were welling up in your eyes as Bradley tried to shuffle your crock pot to one hand. He knew how badly this kind of thing hurt from his own childhood. "Shit. I'm really sorry the two of you are going through this. But Max is lucky he has you." When you nodded and shrugged, you looked resigned to the way things were. "I'm also pretty sure Max prefers it when you call it football. Not soccer."
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Almost a year later, Bradley was standing in his front yard, smiling at the SOLD sticker placed on a realty sign in front of your house. It made sense to have you and Max move into the white cottage with him, because the porch was bigger. It was the perfect size for an elaborate Halloween display.
It was over almost as quickly as it started, and Bradley was ready to drop to his knees and beg you for more. But you were rambling now, and he was trying his best to focus. "I wanted you to ask me out so badly. But then everything changed, and I had to tell you no. Max has a lot he still needs to process, and I don't really have time to date someone who just wants to mess around with me." For the first time in many weeks, Bradley felt lighter than air. He reached out with his free hand and let his knuckles trail gently along your cheek and down to your softly parted lips. "I'm forty years old. I'm kind of over the messing around stage," he promised. And then you were kissing him again.
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California Autumn | Rooster x Reader
Summary:Â Bradley was drawn to you the minute you moved onto his street. You seemed to bump into one another everywhere, and each time he saw your smile or heard your laugh, he knew he had to ask you out. He wasn't expecting the answer you gave him, just as you weren't expecting to wish he could be the man for you.
Warnings: angst, fluff, adult language, mentions of accident/death, guardianship of child
Length: 3500 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
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Early September was brutal in southern California. Each day seemed hotter than the one before it, and even the smallest bit of yard work was enough to leave Bradley sweaty and miserable. He stood in the middle of his front yard, eyes closed, thinking about how beautiful autumn was in Virginia when he was a kid. He leaned against the handle of the rake, picturing a pumpkin patch, a corn maze and all the things he would never find in San Diego.
The sound of something bigger than a car coming down his quiet side street had him cracking his eyes open against the Saturday afternoon sun. A U-Haul lumbered to a stop in front of the house across the street and one door down. The engine settled to silence, and he craned his neck to get a better look. The property had been sitting there with a red and white SOLD sticker over the realty sign for what seemed like months, and now it would appear as though he finally had a new neighbor.
Bradley dropped the rake and had to lunge to grab the handle before it clattered against his stone pathway. The woman who climbed out of the truck, hopping down onto the street in some beat up sneakers, was beautiful. The sun seemed to illuminate her from the inside, and now Bradley was setting the rake down softly as she walked around the truck and slid the back open. It was filled with furniture and boxes, and he watched as an avalanche nearly flowed out as she tried to move one item.
"Shit," he grunted, running across the street as he wiped his dirty hands on the hem of his undershirt. "It looks like you could use a hand," he called out, hoping he wouldn't scare you when he came up behind you just in time to catch a dining chair that was teetering above your head. Then the neatly stacked boxes started to give out as well, and his left hand went to steady them.
You were ducking slightly, preparing for the worst when Bradley realized your back was pressed against his chest. If he moved, there would be a lot of broken furniture to contend with. But then you glanced at him over your shoulder as you stood to your full height, eyes wide and lips parted in surprise.
If you looked beautiful from across the street, then you looked stunning up close, trapped between his body and the truck. "Welcome to the neighborhood," he mumbled like an idiot, but he was rewarded by the smile that curled along your lips.
"Hey, you're pretty good at being neighborly," you replied, gesturing to his right hand holding the chair and his left securing the stack of boxes. His heartbeat quickened at the sound of your voice and how close you were as you told him your name and asked which house was his.
"I'm Bradley. The white cottage across the street." He nodded toward his mess of a front yard with his chin. "I moved in about six months ago."Â
What he didn't mention was the fact that he often still felt like a bit of an outsider in town, even though he attended all the neighborhood potlucks and still had some blond in his hair from hanging out on the local beaches all summer. At the moment, all he could do was fight the urge to tell you how pretty your eyes were.
"And you like the neighborhood?" you asked, fully facing him now with a smirk on your face.
He shrugged the best he could without moving too much. "I might like it better now."
Your eyes widened a bit before you ducked your head, looking up at him with a surprised smile like you couldn't quite believe what he'd just said. And that's when Bradley heard another vehicle pull up behind him. "That would be my friends. Here to help me unpack."
He wanted to joke that it looked like you needed all the help you could get with your furniture avalanche, but he heard several voices calling your name and rushing over to help. He was invited to stay, but when he was finally able to safely back away without anything falling, he realized four other people were there to help you out.
Your eyes were still focused on his as he started to back away. "I'll see you around?" you asked before chewing on your lip.
"I would count on it," he confirmed, turning back toward his house so you could get settled into yours.
But he did hear one of your friends ask, "Who is he?"
"Bradley," you replied, just barely loud enough for him to hear. "From the white cottage."
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After that first encounter, he saw you everywhere. You were pulling into the parking spot next to his Bronco when he came out of the grocery store. When he asked how you liked your new house, it sparked a conversation about hardwood versus porcelain tile flooring, and Bradley's ice cream was completely melted by the time he got home.
Then there was the day you bumped into him coming out of the salon next to his barber, and he complimented your colorful nails at the same time you told him his haircut looked nice. He blushed, and you smiled before turning toward your car, glancing back at him a little expectantly.Â
Then he ran into you at the farmer's market where you were buying vegetables for the upcoming neighborhood potluck. You asked him what he thought you should make.
"Well, I'm the wrong person to ask," he replied, feeling a little lightheaded as his brain begged him to ask you out on a date.
"Why's that?" you asked, placing your hand on your hip while you held up a head of cabbage. "You're a picky eater?"
He shook his head and took a step closer to you. "The exact opposite. I love food. I will eat literally anything that is edible."
Your bright laughter cascaded across his skin as your head tipped back. The expanse of your neck looked smooth and perfect, and Bradley wanted to have your permission to put his lips there. And that was a startling thought since nobody had really caught his attention like this since he was first stationed in San Diego. Nobody made him feel like he was at home in his house before you started waving to him whenever you saw him outside.
"I guess it makes sense that you love food," you told him with a smile. "You're a big boy." Your gaze drifted down along his shoulders and chest before you started to look a little embarrassed. "I... yeah... I think I'll just grab whatever looks good and take it from there. See you on Friday night?"
"Yeah," he grunted as you walked toward an eggplant display. He would see you on Friday night. And he would be prepared ahead of time to ask you out.
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"No," you gasped. Bradley recognized your voice and turned around to face you in Mrs. Diaz's kitchen. "That's what you brought to the potluck?" You sounded appalled, but you were clearly smiling as you looked at what he was holding.
"I told you I liked to eat food, not that I knew how to cook anything."
"Bradley," you groaned, shaking your head at the bag of chips and jar of salsa in his hands. "This is bad. Next time, I'll prepare two dishes so you can pretend you made one."
His heart skipped a beat at the idea of handing you things in his kitchen and watching you make something as nice as the lasagna you were holding. "It's useless," he replied with a frown. "After six months of bringing restaurant style tortilla chips and medium salsa, nobody would believe I cooked anything."
Once again, your laughter had him ready to drop what he was holding and reach for you. He had to ask you out tonight. It had been weeks already since you moved in, and you were definitely giving him a green light. He could think of a dozen different restaurants he wanted to take you to, and maybe you'd like the artsy little movie theater.
But he watched you get swept up in conversation after conversation, and then the opportunity slipped away when you ducked away from everyone to answer a call. You had a concerned look on your face with your phone pressed to your cheek, and then you were rushing out of Mrs. Diaz's house and along her front path before you disappeared from view.
Suddenly it was well into October, and he'd barely seen you at all. There were a few mornings that felt cool enough to coax him to buy some pumpkins for his front porch. He thought about taking one over to your house as an excuse to finally ask you out, but he figured you must be pretty busy right now. Maybe work got a little crazy. He tried not to imagine that someone else had asked you out and that was the reason why you were so scarce.
"Damn," he grunted when he drove his Bronco past your house on his way to get some takeout for dinner on a Saturday night. He just couldn't stop thinking about you. Why didn't he ask you out that first day when he saved you from your dining chair? He ran his hand over his face and groaned, parking in front of the restaurant and yanking his keys from the ignition. If he'd just asked you out that day, maybe he'd be picking up twice as much food and sharing it with you tonight.
A minute later, when he turned to leave the restaurant with his bag, he could not believe his luck. You were walking inside. "Hey."
You glanced up, and for the briefest second, you smiled at him like you always used to. "Bradley." But then your smile started to fade away slowly, and he would do anything to bring it back.
His heart was pounding, and his brain was screaming at him, so he squared his shoulders and did the only thing he could do. "Hey, if you're free tomorrow night, I was thinking maybe you and I could get dinner? Or hit up the movie theater on Pomona? The seats are uncomfortable, but they show some indie stuff which could be fun. Or maybe another night might work?"
The air was silent except for the muffled sound of food being prepared in the kitchen behind him. Your eyes looked so sad as you shook your head and pressed your lips together. "No. No, I'm sorry, Bradley."
Well, fuck.
He backed away from you until he bumped into the wall, and then he focused on getting to the door. "Right," he replied after he had a few more feet between your body and his. "Well, I'll see you around the neighborhood."
For the first time since he moved to California, the air outside was too cold. There was an uncomfortable knot in his stomach as he glanced over at your car. He shivered miserably as he saw the shadow of someone waiting in your passenger seat. Then he drove home and ate alone in his kitchen before going to bed.
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Bradley tried his best not to think about you. One day last week, when he saw your front door swing open, he waited to step down from his porch so you wouldn't have to wave awkwardly to him. And yesterday, for lack of anything better to do, he bought more pumpkins, and he waited in his driveway to unload them until you carried all of your groceries inside your house.Â
Today was Halloween, and he spent over an hour carving some of the pumpkins to look like soccer balls before dressing in his usual costume. Handing candy out to the neighborhood kids and trying to guess what they were dressed as sounded like fun. He was determined to have a good night, even if he did have to angle the folding chair on his porch so he was facing slightly away from your house. He would enjoy himself no matter what.
Bradley lit the candles inside his pumpkins and dropped down into the chair with a bowl of candy as the afternoon sky turned dusky. It didn't take long until a toddler dressed as a witch made an appearance with her dad, and Bradley had a good laugh when she reached for three pieces of candy.
"Trick or treat!" shouted three kids dressed as the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
"Where's Raphael?" he asked as they collected their candy.Â
Leonardo laughed and said, "Nobody wants to be Raphael. He's the lamest one."
"I would have to agree," Bradley replied, about to help himself to a piece of candy as they started to run to the next house.
But then he saw you. And you weren't alone. You were dressed as a soccer player, complete with knee socks and a soccer ball, and you were accompanied by an approximately ten year old kid who looked a lot like you. He was also dressed as a soccer player, and he smiled at Bradley as he said, "Trick or treat."
Bradley stood up, still holding onto the bowl of candy so the child could make his selection while he got a better look at you. "Hey."
"Hi," you replied immediately, looking from his mustache to the whistle around his neck and back up to his visor. "Are you seriously dressed as Ted Lasso?"
"I always dress as Ted Lasso," he told you, and he was rewarded with a smile that made him want to follow you around the neighborhood like a lost puppy.Â
"Of course you do," you said, letting your gaze drift toward the child who was currently looking closely at the soccer ball pumpkins while holding onto a Snickers bar. "Somehow you match with us."
The boy looked up at Bradley and asked, "Did you carve these yourself? They look pretty good."
"Yeah," he replied, wishing he actually had taken the time to drop a pumpkin or two off on your porch. "I have perfected the soccer ball technique, kiddo."
The kid nodded but said, "You need to call it a football."
Bradley found himself agreeing. "You're completely right. It's only proper."
When the kid turned back to explore the rest of the pumpkin display a little more, Bradley took a step closer to you. "I didn't know you had a son," he said softly.
Your eyes were alert, scrutinizing his expression as you said, "His name is Max. He's almost ten."
"He looks like you."
You went silent for a few seconds, fiddling with the soccer ball in your hands. When you finally spoke, you were looking at Bradley's feet. "I knew you didn't know about him. I mean, you did ask me out after all." You laughed even though nothing was funny and finally looked up at his face. Then Max started to walk back the way you and he came, and you followed him.Â
Bradley called your name. When you turned back, he said, "To be clear, I would have still asked you out if I'd known."
And then you looked so sad again.
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To Bradley's amazement, the weather finally cooled to the perfect temperature in November, but he found he didn't want to be outside as much. It was a shame, because if he stood in the middle of his yard and closed his eyes, he could almost imagine he was in Virginia.Â
One Friday after work, he cleaned the slightly rotten pumpkins from his porch and dragged his trash bin to the curb. Your front door was open, and he paused to see if you or Max happened to walk past it before heading back inside his empty house.
There was another potluck tonight, but he just didn't even feel like going. He had the usual chips and salsa on his kitchen counter, but he had no desire to socialize with the neighbors. He was about to change into gym shorts and surrender to a cold beer and a basketball game on TV when there was a knock on his door.
When he glanced through the front window, he saw that it was you, and his heart seemed to drag him toward the door. He was turning the knob before he thought better of it, and he was met with your wide eyes and a crock pot in your hands.
"Hi. Bradley."
"Hey." He swallowed hard before he said your name, and your lips turned up into a soft smile. "Is that for the potluck?"
"Yeah," you said, reaching out to hand the crock pot to him. "Well, I actually made it for you to take. Max and I will be bringing lasagna again."
Whatever Bradley was holding smelled so good, his stomach started to growl. "I can't take this. Nobody will believe I made it," he murmured, nudging at the lid with his thumb.
"It's a spicy buffalo dip," you replied, smile growing. "I literally made it with chicken from a can. I'm pretty sure you could trick them into thinking it came from your kitchen. You can even take your tortilla chips, too."
His fingers tightened on the handles when you took a small step closer to him. This was agony, being so close to you when he really wanted to touch you, but knew he couldn't. He whispered your name at the same time you looked up at him and started talking.Â
"Max isn't my son. He's my nephew. But I'm his legal guardian now." Bradley's lips parted, but you shook your head and quickly added. "The night of the last potluck, I got a phone call that my brother and his wife were in a car accident. They both died before they reached the hospital. I had to pick Max up from soccer practice that night, and he's been with me ever since."
Tears were welling up in your eyes as Bradley tried to shuffle your crock pot to one hand. He knew how badly this kind of thing hurt from his own childhood. "Shit. I'm really sorry the two of you are going through this. But Max is lucky he has you." When you nodded and shrugged, you looked resigned to the way things were. "I'm also pretty sure Max prefers it when you call it football. Not soccer."
You laughed, maybe in spite of yourself, but Bradley still loved how it sounded. You briefly glanced over your shoulder toward your house and swiped at your tears as you said, "He absolutely does. He also keeps asking me about Ted Lasso across the street and his football pumpkins. I told him you're nice."
Bradley's heart had him dragging his feet closer to you, holding onto the warm pot of buffalo chicken dip for dear life. "Is that so?"
You nodded and stared at Bradley's chest for a few seconds before meeting his eyes again. Your lips parted several times before you whispered his name, and he leaned in a bit closer. After a few seconds, he started to step back, but your hand settled lightly on his shoulder, stopping him. Before he could react, you closed the remaining space, pressing your lips to his in a tentative kiss.
It was over almost as quickly as it started, and Bradley was ready to drop to his knees and beg you for more. But you were rambling now, and he was trying his best to focus. "I wanted you to ask me out so badly. But then everything changed, and I had to tell you no. Max has a lot he still needs to process, and I don't really have time to date someone who just wants to mess around with me."
For the first time in many weeks, Bradley felt lighter than air. He reached out with his free hand and let his knuckles trail gently along your cheek and down to your softly parted lips. "I'm forty years old. I'm kind of over the messing around stage," he promised. And then you were kissing him again.
The three of you walked to Mrs. Diaz's house together that evening. Bradley carried the crock pot, you carried the lasagna, and Max carried the tortilla chips. The conversation was mainly focused on how badly Max wanted to learn how to carve a football pumpkin.
Almost a year later, Bradley was standing in his front yard, smiling at the SOLD sticker placed on a realty sign in front of your house. It made sense to have you and Max move into the white cottage with him, because the porch was bigger. It was the perfect size for an elaborate Halloween display.
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Forgive me if I'm mistaking you for another person, but I remember you speaking at multiple points on the unsustainability of free social media services (I think especially in response to the cohost collapse?), and I'm curious on what your thoughts on bluesky are so far. I'm not an expert on the subject, but from what I've read previously it seemed like they were on track to be financially sustainable, but I don't know if the recent floods of users has thrown those projections off. Sorry if I'm mixing you up with someone else on my timeline, in that case just ignore me.
bluesky will almost certainly follow the same trajectory of monetisation => bloat => enshittification => decline as every other major platform built on venture capital and user hoarding. it's a terrible model that only works in the short term as a mirage for attracting funding and making founders look good for a year or two before they sell.
you can see the same effect in the decline of all the subscription box services that came into vogue just before covid: they feel great to use for as long as the initial injection of venture funding lasts, because the purpose of that funding at that stage is to attract users and impress the next round of funders with how pleasant/intuitive/efficient/ethical/good value the service is. that's the stage where they're handing out freebies and bowling over influencers, and every ingredient in the box is fresh and high quality and locally sourced. wow what a good deal, what a great system!!! why hasn't anyone done this before? the answer is because it's unsustainable by design. they rack up good reviews, sign on a billion new users, attract new funding from a bunch of much more credulous investors, and then gut all of the expensive parts. portions get smaller, ingredients get worse, packaging gets flimsier, prices go up, freebies turn into "5% off your first 9 boxes when you invite 3 friends", and customer service vanishes.
with social media (and platforms like discord) the logic is the same, it's just a little less glaringly obvious to the end user because they're not coming home to leaking packages of rancid chicken on the doorstep. bluesky has an advantage over tiny operations like cohost because it was founded by a billionaire making a point for the sake of his own image. it got a really significant chunk of startup funding, and the owner had existing connections and rep in the space to attract more. That's why it has survived the goldrush period, why it still feels good to use, and why users who have been burned so many times before are finally accepting it as a stable, reliable option. It's still in its venture capital honeymoon phase where the only thing worth spending money on is making the service attractive to users.
What I expect we will see next, with another mass influx of users from twitter and new funding from a rogue's gallery of tech venture sickos led by Blockchain Capital is a strong ramp up into monetising that userbase. They've already been pretty forthright about how they plan to do this, and I think it's a solid roadmap of how Bluesky will bloat and decay over the next few years:
this is a huge lol. don't worry, we're not going to hyperfinancialize the social experience through NFTs. the thing even crypto freaks started feigning amnesia about a year ago. real "our health conscious sodas are 100% arsenic free" messaging here. They know perfectly well that rubes users are suspicious of their typical 5 dimensional tech finance chess games and are patting our hands about last week's bogeymen so nobody worries too hard about whatever 'decentralised developer ecosystem' just happens to be helmed by a bunch of crypto guys. this definitely means something good and based and not a google-like single sign on user data harvesting operation.
This is the same shit that's currently rotting the floorboards of discord. Bluntly, there is no way to run a platform on this scale without gating functionality behind paid services. Discord has been squeezing free-tier file uploads and call quality etc. down steadily and cranking up subscription costs over the last year or two, throwing in chaff like animated avatar frames to try and justify the user cost. They're also doing the same misdirection thing again here, pointing to Thing We All Hate to deflect from thing we might not like very much when they do it. Booo elon booo we all hate elon!!! wait how do we feel about subscription models again,
watch out for this to kill porn on bsky like it has killed porn on every other social platform đ boooo we hate elon boooo stupid idiot and his 'everything app' booooo wait why do you need my tax information, what's that about mastercard,
Look, we are all aware social media is a money pit. Let's not forget dorsey was looking to sell twitter in the first place, long before elon's very public plunge into total online derangement. Subscription services are not going to plug the hole, so we are gradually going to see more and more spaghetti thrown at the wall while early funders shuffle cards and do their pyramid scheme bit bringing in stupider and stupider investments. this is the window in which bluesky will be temporarily worth using for us, for the idiot public, the poorly rendered crowd jpegs in the background of their venture capital MOBA. it's in their interests to slow and pad the decline as much as possible, because that is how they get maximally paid.
Given the scale of the money involved, and dorsey's weird ego investment, I think bluesky will probably manage a controlled drift for a good few years before it gets really bloated and painful. and by then we will all be so used to the *checks notes* decentralised developer ecosystem that we'll just be posting through it, watching another generation of columnists call another collapsing platform 'their beloved hellsite' and passing around that meme about not getting out of our chairs no sir until idk we all get on a fediverse neurolink alternative to stick it to the elongated muskrat and our brains pop peacefully in our sleep. which I guess is the closest thing to viability any social media platform can achieve.
anyway diogenes the cynic is also on bluesky
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â2005
THE FIRST TIME YOU MEET JEONG JAEHYUN,
youâre both eight years old, and itâs the last day of second gradeâitâs one of those annoyingly hot afternoons where the sun is brighter than ever, stretching shadows across the playground.
youâre sitting on the swings, your feet barely brushing the sand, when you notice a boy standing nearby, hesitating, as if unsure whether to approach.
heâs holding a small toy in his hands, a little red car with chipped paint, and heâs staring at it with a furrowed brow.
he finally looks up and meets your gaze, and thereâs something curious and open in his eyes.
âhi,â he says, his voice nervous but steady. âiâm jaehyun.â
you tilt your head, watching him, and he gestures to the empty swing beside you. âcan i sit?â ââ đ±đ€đČđł đĄđ€đ«đźđ¶!
you nod, and he sits down, gripping the rusty chains of the swing and kicking his feet off the ground in a way that feels awkward, like heâs too big for it already.
for a while, the two of you just sit, listening to the squeak of the swings and the lively chatter of the kids around you.
âi like the swings,â he finally says, his voice quiet. âit feels like iâm flying, like superman.â
you smile, feeling an instant connection to this boy with his shy smile and big dreams. âme too, but batmanâs better than superman.â
from that day on, jaehyun becomes a constant in your life.
every day after school, he finds you on the playground, and together, you make up games, share secrets, and talk about everything from your favorite snacks to the names youâd give your future pets.
he tells you he wants to be a singer someday, his face lighting up with excitement, and you tell him that you think heâll be amazing at it.
â2010
MIDDLE SCHOOL ARRIVES, BRINGING A LOAD OF CHANGE.
suddenly, jaehyun is taller, his voice has deepened, and heâs taken up basketball.
you notice the way people seem to watch him now, like heâs someone worth paying attention to.
but even though heâs growing into himself, becoming the kind of boy who can light up a room, heâs still your best friend.
one autumn afternoon, the two of you are sitting on the grass behind the school, sharing a pack of chips after practice.
the leaves are a vibrant mix of orange and red around you, and the air is crisp, the kind that makes you feel alive.
as you talk, he reaches over and plucks a small wildflower growing in the grass, examining it with a thoughtful expressionâwithout a word, he hands it to you, his cheeks turning pink.
âit reminded me of you,â he says, a little shyly. âsmall but⊠strong.â
you take the flower, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest that you canât quite place your finger on.
you press it between the pages of your notebook that night, letting it dry as a quiet reminder of that moment, a memory of a shift between you, unspoken but deeply felt.
â2014
BY HIGH SCHOOL, JAEHYUN IS SOMEONE EVERYONE NOTICES.
heâs joined the basketball team and fills out his uniform in a way that turns headsâgirls pass him notes in class, and heâs always surrounded by people who want to be near him, to bask in his warmth.
but even with all the attention, he never changes around you.
heâs still the boy who waits for you outside your classroom, who finds you in the crowded hallways with an easy smile.
one friday night, thereâs a big party, and he convinces you to go with himâthe house is filled with people, the music loud and the lights dim.
you feel a little out of place, but jaehyun stays by your side, his arm slung over your shoulder as he introduces you to his friends, laughing and making sure youâre comfortable.
at some point, the noise becomes too much, and you slip outside for a moment to catch your breath.
youâre leaning against the porch railing, looking up at the stars, when you hear footsteps behind you.
âhey,â jaehyunâs voice is soft, and heâs smiling as he joins you, leaning beside you on the railing. âyou okay?â
you nod, grateful for the quiet moment away from the crowd. âjust needed some air.â
he watches you, his gaze warm. âthanks for coming with me. i know parties arenât really your thing.â
his words make you feel seen in a way that goes deeper than friendship, and you wonder if he can hear your heart pounding in the stillness.
for a moment, youâre both quiet, the night stretching around you, and you feel a longing settle deep in your chestâa quiet, insistent feeling that youâre almost afraid to acknowledge.
â2016
SENIOR YEAR IS A BITTERSWEET TIME.
the two of you are talking about colleges, dreams, and the futureâyouâve applied to different universities, and the thought of not seeing jaehyun every day makes your heart ache.
one afternoon, youâre sitting in the school gym, watching as he practices with the basketball team.
heâs focused, his movements graceful and sure, and you find yourself lost in the sight of himâwhen practice ends, he jogs over, grinning, his hair damp with sweat.
âthanks for waiting,â he says, a little breathless, he tosses his towel over his shoulder, his smile softening as he looks at you.
âcan we go somewhere?â he asks after a moment, his voice quiet.
thereâs a vulnerability in his gaze that you rarely see, and you nod, letting him lead you outside.
you end up at the park, the same one where you met years ago.
sitting on the swings, just like you did when you were kids, thereâs a feeling of nostalgia between you, a sense that something is ending.
âiâm going to miss this,â he murmurs, his voice soft. he looks at you, his eyes reflecting the sadness in your own.
for a moment, you feel a surge of courage, the desire to tell him everything thatâs been building in your heart over the years.
but the words catch in your throat, and instead, you reach over, slipping your hand into his.
âme too,â you whisper.
â2018
UNIVERSITY IS A STRANGE AND LONELY PLACE WITHOUT JAEHYUN.
you both try to stay in touch, texting and calling when you can, but the distance is hard, the busy schedules and new friendships creating gaps that you canât always bridge.
but you still make time for each other, clinging to the friendship that has been your constant for so long.
one weekend, he comes to visit youâthe moment you see him standing outside your dorm, that familiar, warm smile lighting up his face, it feels like coming home.
you spend the day exploring the city, eating at food stalls, wandering through bookstores, laughing and talking like no time has passed at all.
that night, youâre lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling in the dark.
jaehyun is beside you, his breathing steady and softâyou can feel the warmth of his body, the comfort of his presence, and you wonder if he knows how much he means to you.
in the quiet darkness, he reaches over, his hand finding yours. âyouâre still my favorite person,â he whispers, his voice carrying a vulnerability that makes your heart ache.
you squeeze his hand, the words catching in your throat. âyouâre mine too, jaehyun.â
â2021
NOW TWENTY-FOUR,
youâre both navigating the chaos of post-college life, juggling work, bills, and responsibilities.
jaehyunâs career is taking off, his life filled with new challenges, new dreams.
and though your paths have diverged, you still find time for each other, the bond between you as strong as ever.
one evening, he shows up at your apartment, looking exhausted and worn, the weight of his schedule pressing heavily on his shoulders.
without a word, you pull him inside, letting him sink onto the couch.
you make him tea, sitting beside him as he sips it slowly, his eyes closed in relief. âthanks for this,â he murmurs, his voice soft. âi just⊠needed a break.â
you reach over, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. âyou donât have to do everything alone, jaehyun. iâm here.â
his eyes open, meeting yours, and thereâs something deep and raw in his gaze, a quiet acknowledgment of everything youâve shared over the years.
he reaches for your hand, holding it tightly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a way that feels intimate, grounding.
âi donât know what iâd do without you,â he says, his voice thick with emotion.
and in that moment, you know that no matter where life takes you, heâll always be a part of your story.
â2023
NOW AT TWENTY-SIX,
youâre both a little older, a little wiser, but still tethered by that bond that has carried you through every stage of life.
youâve shared dreams, heartaches, and countless memories, and through it all, your feelings for jaehyun have only grown, a quiet love thatâs been there all along.
one summer evening, youâre at his apartment, cooking dinner together.
the kitchen is a mess, thereâs sauce spilled on the counter, the scent of garlic filling the air.
youâre laughing, both of you a little tipsy, the warmth of the wine making you feel bold.
as you sit down to eat, jaehyun looks at you, his expression serious, his gaze soft and steady.
âthereâs something iâve been meaning to tell you, iâve been putting it off for about a decade though,â he says jokingly, but you could hear the weight behind his words.
your heart skips a beat, and you meet his gaze, feeling the seriousness of the mood.
âi think⊠i think iâve been in love with you for a long time,â he confesses, his voice trembling anxiously. âi didnât know how to tell you, or even if i should. but i canât keep it to myself anymore.â
tears fill your eyes as you reach for his hand, your fingers entwining. âiâve been waiting for you to say that for so so long,â you whisper, your voice heavy with emotion. âi love you too, jaehyun.â
in that moment, every doubt, every fear melts away, leaving only the truth thatâs been there all alongâheâs the love youâve been waiting for.
and as he pulls you into his arms, holding you close, you know that youâve finally made it where you were always meant to be.
âPRESENT DAY
NOW, LYING BESIDE JAEHYUN IN THE EARLY MORNING LIGHT,
you feel the quiet peace that comes from being right where youâre meant to be.
the sunlight filters softly through the blinds, gentle rays fill the room and paints jaehyunâs face in warm, golden light.
his arm is draped over your waist, and you can feel his slow, steady breathing, his warmth seeping into you as he stirs slightly, eyes fluttering open.
he blinks, looking at you with a sleepy smile, the kind thatâs just for you, a little private thing that makes your heart swell.
his hair is tousled, his face soft with sleep, and you canât help but reach up, brushing a strand away from his forehead.
âmorning,â he murmurs, his voice thick and a little raspy, but filled with a tenderness that makes you feel like the luckiest person in the world.
âmorning,â you reply, your voice just as soft.
for a moment, you both lie there in comfortable silence, simply watching each other, basking in the warmth of the morning and the quiet intimacy that fills the room.
jaehyun lifts his hand, gently running his thumb over your cheek, his eyes never leaving yours.
âwhatâs on your mind?â he asks quietly, a faint smile playing on his lips.
you smile back, feeling a warmth spread through you, a joy thatâs almost too big for words. âyou,â you whisper, feeling your cheeks heat up, even after all these years of knowing him.
his smile widens, a small chuckle escaping as he leans closer, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, gentle kiss that feels like a promise.
he pulls back, resting his forehead against yours, his eyes shining with that familiar, deep affection that has only grown with time.
âi really like that answer,â he murmurs, his voice a gentle murmur that echoes the countless quiet moments youâve shared over the years.
as you lie there together, wrapped in each otherâs arms, you think of everything youâve been through, every stage of life youâve faced side by side.
from playgrounds to high school hallways, from late-night calls in college to quiet evenings in the kitchen, your lives have been woven together in a bundle of shared moments, small joys, and unspoken promises.
jaehyun sighs, a contented, happy sound as he pulls you closer, his hand trailing up and down your back in a slow, comforting rhythm.
âi donât think i ever told you this,â he says, his voice a quiet murmur. âbut there was always something about you⊠from the very beginning. even as kids, i knew that you were going to be someone special to me. someone i couldnât live without.â
you smile, feeling a lump form in your throat as his words sink inâyou reach up, cupping his cheek, brushing your thumb along his jawline.
âi think i always knew, too,â you say softly. âyouâve been my best friend, my constant⊠and now my love.â
a warmth blooms between you, filling the room with a quiet kind of joy that feels both old and new, a love thatâs grown through years of friendship and shared memories.
jaehyun presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering as he whispers, âthank you for waiting for me. for always being there.â
you close your eyes, leaning into his touch, your heart swelling with a happiness that feels almost overwhelming.
âyou were worth the wait, jaehyun,â you murmur, feeling the truth of those words settle around you like a warm blanket.
the two of you stay like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, letting the quiet morning stretch around you.
itâs a moment that feels suspended in time, a snapshot of a love thatâs been years in the making, built on a foundation of trust and friendship.
eventually, he shifts, pulling you closer, his gaze soft as he studies your face.
âwhat do you say we make breakfast?â he suggests, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
you laugh, feeling a rush of warmth at the familiar suggestion. âas long as you donât burn the food this time,â you tease, poking his side.
jaehyun grins, a playful light in his eyes as he sits up, pulling you with him. âno promises,â he says, his laughter filling the room as he pulls you out of bed and leads you to the kitchen, your hands still intertwined.
as you sit down together, sharing a simple breakfast, you realize that thisâthese quiet, everyday momentsâare the ones youâll cherish the most.
because after all the years of waiting, all the moments of longing and uncertainty, youâve finally found your way to each other after all your years of knowing him.
jaehyun reaches across the table, his hand finding yours, his fingers warm and steady around yours.
he looks at you, his eyes filled with a quiet, enduring love that speaks of all the years youâve shared, all the small moments that have led you here.
and in that moment, with his hand in yours and his smile lighting up the room, you know that every second of waiting was worth it.
every second of waiting for his love was worth it.
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There goes my baaaabyyyy | Multiple Characters
Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, and Sae Itoshi
Summary: After seeing an abundance of tiktoks about the Usher trend, you decide to try it out on your unsuspecting boyfriend after a while of not seeing him
Warnings: This is the author's attempt at being funny so crack ahead. I apologize in advance.
A/N: Idk what came over me today, but I decided to waste my time writing this anyways after getting inspired by this amazing slideshow on tiktok talking about how each Haikyuu character would react to you doing the Usher trend. This is also my first time writing for Sae ( and I also know virtually nothing about him as I've only seen season 1 of Blue Lock ) so I'm sorry if he's ooc. I just realllyyy wanted to add him as I've been thirsting over edits of him ( and Reo ) for the past day or so.
A sigh of relief escapes through the chapped lips of the soon-to-be world cup competitor Isagi Yoichi. After hard fought battles during the preliminaries and all the stress and trials that come with it, it was finally the time for Isagi to return to his safe haven. He was hesitant for a time as he was still riding the adrenaline rush and wanted to stay back and train with some of the others, but since Bachira was returning to Japan to visit his mom and celebrate with her, it reminded him that he also had someone to return home to; you.
And so, after the longest thirteen hour flight of his life, he was now walking, suitcase in hand, alongside his best friend as the two of them exited the baggage claim and was nearing the lounge where you were allegedly waiting for him.
It had been so long since he's seen you, touched youâheld you.. He finds himself wondering, how much has changed? Has your laugh changed at all? Have you switched up your sense of style? Maybe your hair? Do you still taste like the honeyed, buttered pancakes you used to make him every morning? Is your smile still so wide that it creases your cheeks and makes them pudge out more? Do your eyes still gaze at him as if he was made out of gold like they used to?
As he dwells on his thoughts, the yearning for you seeps in more and more like oil filling up a tank. It's heavy and it's only when he's just about to succumb to the weight of it all that he realizes just how much he's truly missed you.
And it seems that he wasn't alone in this feeling.
As he stepped into the lounge, he's met with his first and only warning. A warning that came in the familiar tune of the audio of a certain tiktok you had sent him a week prior before you came sliding his way on your knees. Your voice raised to match the exact pitch of the audio as you sung the infamous lyrics until you came to an abrupt halt when you collided with his stomach, nearly knocking him over with the force you hit him with.
And the only thing he could fathom to do was to stare like a deer in headlights and say, "Uh...what in the world?!"
Bachira couldn't possibly hope to contain his laughter any longer after that.
After seconds of Bachira's wheezing and airless chuckles, it was only when he was beginning to grip his stomach from the pain of his amusement that Isagi finally realized what just happened. And when he did, his entire face flushed a cherry red.
"What- Why are you doing this right now of all time?" He asked, semi-shouting as he grabbed the upper part of your armsâwhich were wrapped around his waist.
"I missed you, baby~!" You said in a sing-songy voice. And, as you looked up at him with your eyes shining with the familiar gleam he knew just as that same trophy-awarding smile stretched across your face, he found himself faltering for a moment. His shoulders slumping as he began mumbling shyly..
"I- I.. I missed you too.. But please, get up! People are starting to give us weird looks.."
Three months. That's how long it's been since you've last seen him.
Well, that's technically not true. If you wanted to be less dramatic, you could admit that you saw your boyfriend just last week on tv doing his signature dribbling moves and if you wanted to really be frank, you had seen his gorgeous face up close just the other day when he facetimed you and informed you that he'll be home that following afternoon. You could also make it sound much less extreme by simply confessing that you had regularly spoke to Bachira throughout these three months via text and that he'd facetime you at least one a week.
But you didn't want to count any of that.
I mean, sure you got to see him, but you didn't really get to see him. You weren't able to kiss his cheek whenever they perked up and flushed pink. You couldn't run your fingers through his layered hair and watch the satisfying transition of his brown strands turn yellow between your fingertips. You weren't able to hold his chin and watch in awe and fondness as he laughed toothily like a baby kitten..
You haven't seen him, not in all his glory which, to you, was like not seeing him at all. That said, three months of that torture was unbearable.
But all of that pain was forgotten in a matter of seconds at the odd sound of drums playing in the distance.
You didn't have any time to react toâor rather, processâwhat was happening or prepare yourself before Bachira got a running start towards you and soon dropped to his knees, sliding the rest of the way up to you with the biggest smile on his faceâall while Usher's voice boomed behind him from his back pocket.
You had no choice but to accept fate and allow the love of your life to crash into you and completely knock you to the ground.
As the biting cold of the airport's tiles crept up your skin and all the air was just about knocked from your lungs from unexpectedly hitting the flat surface, Bachira stared down at you from above, cheeks dusted pink which made him look like an excited little kid.
"Hey, babe! It's been so long!" He chirped before coming down to press all his weight onto you as he caged your torso with his arms, his face immediately nearing yours to press a big, wet kiss to your cheek.
If it had been any other situation that he had done this in, you'd probably be annoyed from the embarrassment of having basically half the airport staring at the two of you like you were a bunch of buffoons or, at the very least, the fact that his team was laughing up a storm in the background...but having been as starved of him as you were, all you could do was laugh while relishing in the feeling of his warmth consuming every part of your body as he leaned down again to plant a feverish kiss to your lips.
Feet tapped against the small tile floors of the elevator, thumping against the marble in a rhythm that embodied the very dread of its owner.
After months of dreading this day, Sae had, once again, stepped foot in Japan; a notion he refused to even utter aloud from just how much he despised it.
For a man with such negative opinions about his homeland, his reasons for coming back were quite frivolous in comparison. Though if asked, he lie and say that his passport expiredâwhich wasn't wrongâbut deep down he knew the real reason for his return; his partner who he was too prideful to call the love of his life.
It had took some time, and for a while, Sae was forced to come back here every other year or so in secret to visit them per their request, but at last, they had decided that so much time waiting for his semi-yearly visits were too much for their poor heart and that they were ready to take the next step and leave with him to Spain.
Sae had pushed the thought to the very back of his mind, but he was more than gladâoverjoyed, evenâwhen you told him of your decision over the phone as he himself was starting to grow restless without you by his side at times.
He had already went through the process of renewing his passport so all that was left was to pick you up and drive to the airportâwell, get driven to the airportâwhere he could finally leave this horrendous country, this time with you snuggled up by his side.
But he should've known that you wouldn't have let things be so simple.
As the doors to the elevator opened and allowed him to, at last, step foot into your lavish home, the symphony of his demise began to rang throughout it and bounce of the walls. Sae paused, face contorting into one of visible perplexment before his eyes widened at the sight of you sliding on your knees towards him, mouth opened as you sang to the beat of the music blasting throughout your home.
Your performance was short, glorious, and came to an end when your face was buried into the smooth fabric of your boyfriend's clothing and you smoothly wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's waist.
And it was only a full minute after such an amazing performance that it finally dawned on him what you were doing. And to that, he simply sighs disappointedly.
"I've changed my mind. You're not going anywhere with me," He said, and despite the blunt tone he douses his words in, it does little to your dazzling smile as you knew full well his words held little weight to them. You find yourself playing into your own bullshit anyways, though, as you begun to whine out in a high pitch you just knew he couldn't stand.
"Aww, but why? All I did was greet my pookie--" "Finish that sentence and I will actually leave you in Japan for another ten years."
You promptly shut your mouth after that, much to Sae's relief.
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⥠I See You - LN 4 âĄ
Summary: Lando is under immense stress due to his career and he can't drag down his love with him. Will their relationship survive a horror movie?
Author's Note: This was requested and as soon as I saw it, I was excited to start it and I had so many ideas for this so I hope y'all enjoy it!
WC: 6k+ with some instagram posts
CW: poor mental health, a bit of angst, a kiss here and there, happy ending
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f1 Just one lap couldâve made all the difference for Landoâs race đŁ
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User32 Lando needs to stop thinking he âshouldâve wonâ itâs starting to seem a little entitled.. The two ahead of him have 165 wins between them
User33 They completely ruined Oscarâs race
User34 the only thing he brings to McLaren and F1 is shame
User35 Geez people in the comments are so quick to say hateful things but donât think about how their words hurt, lando is pressuring himself into doing good and yall just wanna hate on him at any chance you get
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f1gossip sources close to the couple are saying that Lando Norris and Y/n L/n have split after just 7 months together
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User22 she was just one of the girls heâll date for like a summer then leave when heâs bored. Canât wait to see who the next slut is
User67 she lost color in her face since sheâs been with him, glad she finally knows her worth
User54 she looked so bored recently, and i mean itâs her right since he practically love bombed her
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âI canât break you when Iâm breaking.â - was all you heard before everything went silent.Â
You and Lando had been together for about 7 months, not all of which was rainbows and daisies.Â
When you first met, it was like stepping into the sun again after having spent so long in the dark. You had your fair share of heartaches before Lando. It was hard for you to give in to him at first, but after a few weeks, you gave in and youâre grateful for giving not only him, but yourself a chance.Â
You knew what you were getting into when you started dating him. You knew he was a driver in F1 and that his fanbase could be quite protective of him. You also were aware of his crazy schedule with the races and meetings and training. Lando also told you about how he and his ex had to break up due to the invasion of privacy that was experienced, and how his ex simply couldnât do it anymore, which is more than understandable. But even with every warning he gave you, you still stayed.Â
These past few weeks have been chaotic though. Lando is a strong contender for the WDC this year against Max and thereâs pressure and eyes all around him. Youâve watched as the media berated him for weeks and weeks, never letting up. Everyone has high expectations of him and itâs slowly destroying him, even if he canât see it yet.Â
You wonât lie, it has indeed had an impact on your guysâ relationship. Not only is distance and time difference straining you two, but the constant analysis and comments from the media have taken a toll.Â
It was obvious to you that Lando would be gone for most weeks out of the year, but now, even when he is home, heâs not fully there. Itâs like heâs a ghost in his own home, his own body.Â
âYouâre not breaking meâ - you tell him. But you both know youâre lying. As much as you may love him, his distance has been something that has destroyed you. You started to wonder what you were doing wrong, how could you fix this?Â
âI am, and itâs hurting me so much that Iâm doing this to you when you donât deserve all this shit. You deserve so much more. You deserve all the good things in life, like seeing your partner for more than a week, going to the grocery store without being stalked by fans, having someone who can be there for you, someone who wonât drag you down.â he says, tears streaming down his face. His hands are shaking at the thought of losing you, but he knows he loves you too much to let you down. Heâs completely broken now. His heart aches and sinks every time he thinks about how youâre being treated. He doesnât want to be the person who takes your sparkle, who makes you feel less of a person.Â
âYouâre not. Iâm fine. Weâre fine, love. I can handle it, all the shit thatâs getting thrown at us. We can survive this horror movie.â you try to convince him⊠convince yourself, as tears are now streaming down your face as well.Â
âWe canât. Iâm not the way I was, Iâm not the same person I was when we met.â you watch as he takes a shaky breath in, trying to compose himself, âAll I ever wanted was to drive and race in Formula 1. But now that I have it, it doesnât feel enough. As soon as I joined, so much pressure was put on me to be the best. When I started, the car was shit, so I helped make it better, and I did. I feel like all Iâm doing is trying and trying to please everyone and to be who they want me to be, but itâs so hard. And this isnât what I wanted. I just wanted to race and have fun, not drive myself to the point of destruction. I donât want to be the machine that the team, media, and fans want me, and expect me to be. I feel like Iâm giving my all to the team and to the sport but itâs not enough and itâll never be enough. I feel like Iâm stuck and I canât get out no matter what I do. The one thing I wanted all my life, and now itâs mine. But it feels like Iâm theirs.â he lets out an ironic laugh.Â
You slowly walk to him, moving to hold his hands in yours. Without missing a beat, one of your hands gently lifts his chin, making his eyes connect with yours.Â
âTheyâre feeding you to the wolves and itâs unfair. They cheer your name until the lights go out, then they throw you to the side and disregard you till the next time they need you. Theyâre not fair to you and itâs draining you. You have a look that I canât recognize. You used to love this sport with all your heart but now itâs the thing thatâs killing you.â
âBut I need to keep going. I need to prove that I can be what they want. I need to prove that Iâm not just some spoiled, ignorant kid who paid his way to this place. I need to show that I earned my right to be here and to have this seat.â he tries to explain.Â
âI understand that, Lan. But we need to find a better way to handle all this. Itâs clearly taking a toll on you and your health. Itâs been a long year. Youâre constantly watched and analyzed, with people documenting your every move to create sickening plots for their stories of you, of us. They expect so much, so youâre expected to follow, but thatâs not how itâs supposed to work.â He pulls back from you, removing his hands from yours and taking steps back. You watch as he begins to pace the room, shaking his head as he speaks.Â
âTo know me is to hate me, and to hate what Iâve become. Itâs to watch me fail over and over again, and I canât keep doing this to you. I canât let you hold my hand in yours anymore.â he says as he stops in front of you, trying his best to refrain from spilling more tears but itâs merely impossible. His biggest fear is coming into fruition, heâs losing you. Heâs letting you go. He wanted to let you out of this mess before it was too far gone for you to come back to life. You gave him all of your best self and your endless empathy.Â
âWhat are you saying, Lan?â you barely let out as a whisper, afraid of the answer.Â
âIâm letting you go. I know Iâm gonna sound like an asshole but I have to do this. All this shit is just gonna hurt you more. You canât do this to yourself. Itâs killing me to know Iâm just bringing you down with me.â he practically pleads.Â
âI stay because I want to, not because I feel forced to or like I have to. I do it because I love you.â your voice cracks with the last bit.Â
âIâm sorry for all this. I care about you a lot and I hope everything goes well. I hope you get everything you could ever want. Iâm sorry for all the mess.â
âDonât be sorry. You are worth all of the shit. But can you please let me stay?â you beg through tears.
His lips are quivering, tear stains paint his face as he breaks himself in two. Cause truthfully, you will always hold a part of him. Through all the obstacles and shit, you stuck by him.Â
âGoodbye, y/n.â is all he says before he turns his back on you, walking out the door.Â
He didnât even wait for your response, leaving as soon as he could because he knew if he stayed any longer, he wouldnât have followed through with the breakup.Â
You werenât sure how long you stood there, in the middle of your living room. You had to watch the person you thought you would marry, walk out the door. You thought he was your forever. You shared your dreams with each other, planned out the house you two would grow old in. The house where you would have rocking chairs on the front porch where the two of you would watch the neighborhood kids run by, yelling at them to stay off the lawn. What dreams those were, dreams that would remain just that, dreams.Â
For a while after the breakup, all you did was lie in bed either sleeping the days away or doom scrolling on social media. It got so bad that your roommate/best friend had to physically drag you out of bed after a week of letting you rot in it.
The first day of what your best friend liked to call âpost breakup, glow upâ, you guys decided to just have a self care day where you took it easy and ordered in food and did face masks while coloring in some books.Â
It was fun and a nice distraction until your phone dinged. The look on your face scared your best friend so she looked over your shoulder to see who it was. Landoâs name was displayed along with a message, âHey, how you been?â.Â
Was this how exes interacted after a breakup? Typically after the breakups youâve experienced, there was no contact. Whatâs Lando up to? You knew he didnât keep in contact with any of his exes after their break ups, so why was he texting you?Â
When you snap back to reality, your friend is giving you a concerned look, wanting to know what was going through your head so she could help in the best way possible.Â
âShould I text him back?â You asked.
âI donât think itâs a good idea, babe. He still hurt you towards the end of the relationship, although not intentionally, but it still fucked you up a bit. I donât want you to lose the progress youâve made.â
âYeah, I understand. I wonât text him back then.â You tell her as you turn off your phone and throw it to the side, picking up your marker and starting coloring again.Â
You lied. You ended up texting him back later that night once you were back in bed, ready to end the night with what hopefully would be a decent sleep.Â
You and Lando exchanged a few texts, mainly just catching up and seeing how the other was. You werenât gonna lie, it felt nice to talk to him again. But what was this gonna lead to? Hopefully getting back together, but what are the odds?Â
The occasional text conversations took place over the course of a few weeks. Lando knew he shouldnât have been texting you, but he couldnât help himself. The weeks following the break up, he went back and forth on whether he regretted it or not. He wondered if it was the best thing to do.Â
Every day, he saw you in everything he saw or did. When he goes to get coffee, he swears he can still hear you laughing at the mustache of foam that would appear on his face after his first sip of coffee.Â
When heâs outside in the park for a run, heâs reminded of you when he sees the rabbits hiding in the bushes. You always used to squeal out of joy and cuteness from the rabbits, even if youâd already seen them about 20 times prior.Â
Every song, every film, every color reminded him of you. He thought about you every single day, wondering what you were doing and how you were. He even went as far as stalking your Spotify profile. He knew you made playlists for everything and he would watch your listening activity to see what mood you were in.Â
He wasnât surprised when he saw you listening to Taylor Swift and Gracie Abrams for hours on end. Those two were your go to sad girls. But he was surprised when none of the songs were about how shit the guy was. All the songs you were listening to were about regretting breakups and just missing someone.Â
The night he texted you for the first time since the breakup, he had been gaming with Max and a few of his other friends, trying to take his mind off things.Â
He didn't know what he texted you, he just did. He didnât even have a plan for what he wanted to say. It turned out all right in the end though. You guys had a peaceful conversation and shared a laugh or two, for which he was grateful.Â
Maybe you guys could remain friends?Â
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y/n_l/n iâm on my knees at the altar, baby
Asking God to wash you from my soul
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User4 heâs a waste of running mascara, youâre on to greater thingsÂ
alexandrasaintmeux the most beautiful girl in the world
User97 ummm, whatâs lando doing in the likes?! Didnât they break upâŠ
User23 she was a fool for thinking she could be enough for him
User10 lando leave the poor girl alone, youâve done enough damageÂ
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Everytime he texted you, you came back. Heâd ask to try again and youâd say yes. Youâd come back to his place and spend nights there, only for him to break things off again. He keeps saying he can fix it and do better. But then he sends you on your own again. He keeps telling you how much he loves you, only to tell you heâs not good enough for you and that you should break up, again.Â
For two months, the two of you went back and forth. You would break up one week then get back together the next. It felt like a game that you kept losing and you were tired of it.Â
It felt like you were always taking one step forward and two steps back. Now you know, none of this is fair to you. You keep trying to give him your all, trying to be there for him when he needs it but he still doesnât change.Â
You know youâre not falling out of love for him. But you think you have to fully let him go now. Do what he did to you to protect you, but actually block him out after. Instead of stringing him along like he did to you.Â
Itâs a week before the Belgium GP so itâs now or never.Â
You asked Lando to meet you in your shared hotel room as the Hungarian GP just ended earlier. Heâd gotten P2 which is amazing. But he still wasnât entirely happy with his performance as he thinks he couldâve done better. The team thinks he shouldâve gotten P1 and that it wouldâve helped gain more points for the championship.Â
You wouldâve preferred to pick a better time to do this, but there is no other time, at least anytime soon. But you donât want to be stuck here forever, in this loop of false hope.Â
When Lando gets back to your shared room, he finds you sitting on the edge of the bed, picking at the skin on your fingers.Â
âHey, stop doing that. Itâs not good for you.â He gives you a smile as he takes off his shoes and meets you in the bed. As he sits next to you, he lands a kiss on the top of your head and then a kiss on your cheek before finally connecting your lips with his in a sweet, warm kiss.Â
âYou said you wanted to talk to me about something? Whatâs up? Everything alright?â He asks, a bit of concern laces his words.Â
You take a deep breath and sit up straight, trying to gain the courage to follow through with your plan.
âI canât do this anymore.â You say. Landoâs heart drops at your words.Â
âWhatâd you mean?â He stutters a bit.
It takes everything in you to look him in the eye as you say âIâm breaking up with you, for good.â
âOh.â Is all that comes out of his mouth. Heâs turned his body forward, staring blankly at the wall as he processes this.
âIâm sorry, Lando. But itâs not fair to either of us. We keep stringing each other along. Hoping for something thatâll never happen. Iâm tired. It feels like Iâm the only one fighting for us.âÂ
Lando suddenly sucks in a breath of air, furrowing his eyebrows and turning his body to you before telling you ânoâ
âNo? Lando, what do you mean no?â
âNo, weâre not breaking up again.â
âYou canât just say no. Iâm- Iâm making this decision for the both of us. For our best interest, we have to break up.â
âNo, Iâm not having it. Iâm not doing it. Itâs you and me til the end.â
âLando, please can we ju-â
âNope.â
You sit there dumbfounded at whatâs happening. Is he refusing a breakup like itâs a piece of fish?Â
You sit there and stare at him for a hot minute before crossing your arms and asking âwhy?â
âCauseâ, is all he says before he stands up and goes to take a shower.Â
Ainât no way.Â
Youâre so confused and amazed at what just happened. He really just denied a breakup.Â
As Lando took his shower, you took this time to process what happened and how to go about this conversation again once he comes back.Â
After about 15 minutes, Lando leaves the bathroom in fresh clothes and stands in front of you, âwhatâd you want for dinner?âÂ
âDid you disregard my breakup speech?â You stand and ask.
âYes. Now, whereâs the room service menu?â He asks as he pads around the room, genuinely looking for the room service menu.Â
You bring your hands to your face and roughly rub your eyes to try and approach this correctly.Â
âLando, stop thinking about the menu for 5 seconds and look at me.â
Heâs stopped dead in his tracks and looks at you innocently.Â
This guy.Â
His bottom lip begins to quiver and his eyes become glossed with tears.Â
With a bit of rasp in his voice he tells you âWeâre not breaking up. I canât lose you again, I wonât do it. Youâre the best thing Iâve ever had and pushing you away was awful. I missed your laugh, I missed your jokes, I missed your loose hairs all around the flat, I missed your snoring when I tried to sleep, I missed you. Please donât go again.âÂ
Tears are streaming down his face as he begs you to stay.Â
âLando, we canât keep doing the same shit over and over again. We break up one week then get back together the next. You tell me youâll do better and youâll fix things but nothing changes. Youâre still under immense stress and letting people walk all over you. I donât know how we can survive this anymore if you donât try to change that.âÂ
You start to wonder if breaking up really is the best solution. You would still be sad about losing him and you would still constantly worry about him. He would still be stuck in this toxic place where everyone puts all their expectations on him. Everyone would still harass him and analyze his every move. What would breaking up really fix?Â
âPlease. Iâm standing here trying to be honest. Weâre a thousand miles away from the day that we started, and Iâm still in love with you. I just wanna forget everything thatâs come and gone cause I hate not being with you. The stars donât shine as bright when youâre not here.â
Slowly, you walk up to him, reaching for the sides of his face and using your thumbs to wipe away some of his tears. He instinctively moves his hands to your hips, holding you as tight as he can, as if youâre water in his hands. You look him in the eyes and realize you love him too much to let him go. You two love each other too much to leave it like this.Â
âHey,â you say softly, âwhy donât we do this? The Belgian GP is next week, right? Youâll go do that and Iâll go home for a bit. After the Belgian GP, Iâll meet you in Glastonbury, yeah? Weâll spend your break there and weâll try and sort out whateverâs going on up here?â You ask as you gently tap the side of his head.Â
All he can do is smile, grateful for you and your patience with his shit. He nods his head yes before pulling you closer and holding you tight, burying his face into your neck.Â
With a deep breath, you feel Lando relax in your arms.Â
âThank you.â He whispers in your neck. He canât believe heâs able to keep someone as special as you in his life, even with the war in his head.Â
âWeâll be alright. Weâre okayâ, you donât say anything else, just holding him closer, knowing itâs enough for him right now. Maybe you two could try to go back where you started.Â
Lando booked a flight from Belgium to go back to his hometown almost immediately after the race. He just couldnât bear being away from you for so long, especially after all the shit you guys have been through, especially after all the shit he put you through.Â
You decided that since heâll be landing quite late, the two of you would spend the night watching movies and eating some home cooked food. The beginning of the healing journey could start tomorrow.Â
When he landed at the airport, he was greeted by you with a massive sign that said âLando Norris - STD clinic emergency shuttleâ.Â
The amount of laughs that the sign got was a joy to you. Especially the laugh Lando had let out upon reading the sign. He knew you were gonna pull some shit like this, although he was surprised you didnât wear scrubs to add to the bit.Â
With a big warm hug, Lando finally felt like he could start to relax and let go, at least until the next race.Â
The two of you made your way to your car, then headed back to a secluded airbnb that you had rented for the next few weeks. Although the two of you were more than welcome to stay with Landoâs family, the pair of you thought it would be best if Lando had a place with some real peace and quiet to be able to sort through his mind.Â
During the drive to the airbnb, you put on a playlist that you had made for drives with Lando at the beginning of your relationship. It had been a while since youâd played it, so it was a pleasant surprise for him when he realized what playlist was playing after a few songs.Â
âI forgot about this playlist. Missed it." He gives a soft smile. The one he used to have before all the chaos had been inflicted. You can tell this little break will definitely bring back at least a small piece of your Lando.Â
âI did too. Found it the other day when I was clearing my playlists. I added a few more songs as well. I know we usually pick the songs for this playlist together but I thought itâd be nice. Hope you donât mind.â you tell him, wondering if maybe heâd be upset that you messed with the playlist without him.Â
âNah. I like it. Like a bit of a surprise for me.â he says as he shrugs his shoulders. You smile as you look at him for a moment. Your boy is coming back to you, slowly but surely.Â
âOh, donât speed here. Thereâs always this one fucking guy sitting in a corner, ready to give anyone and everyone a ticket.â he tells you as you turn onto a certain street.Â
âYou know every road in this county, don't you?â you tease, watching as he gets a bit shy.Â
âYeah, letâs just say he may or may not love to see me coming. He used to catch me speeding all the time and he gave me too many fucking tickets.âÂ
You just sit there and laugh at him. Of course the Formula 1 driver always gets caught speeding.Â
Once you pull into the driveway for the airbnb, Lando is smiling, already getting out of the car and closing his eyes, breathing in the fresh air and taking it all in. Heâs excited and grateful for this break from the races. As much as he does enjoy the actual racing, all the other factors were pushing him to his breaking point. The sun was collapsing but he didnât realize until everything came crashing down all at once.Â
Heâs pulled out of his thoughts when you close the car door. He starts moving to the trunk of the car to pull out his luggage. You wait by the front of the car, watching him roll his way to you and taking your hand in his as he leads you to the door of the house.Â
The second you unlocked the door and opened it, Lando ran in like a kid and immediately dropped all his belongings before flopping onto the couch.Â
Yup, thatâs my man.Â
âYou like it? Out of all the rentals available, I thought this one was the best. Itâs a bit far from everything and thereâs a hiking trail not far.â you tell him, walking to the kitchen to prepare dinner.Â
Lando is rolling on the couch as if he were a dog trying to get into a comfortable position. His head pops over the back of the couch to look at you, âYeah, seems quite cozy. Thanks for this, darling. I know I donât really deserve you but Iâm really grateful that youâve given me so many chances.â
âDonât thank me, love. I love you and I want you to be okay,â his cheeks blush at your words. Itâs been a while since youâve called him âloveâ, âPut something on the tv and lie down for a bit while I prepare dinner, yeah?âÂ
âYou sure I canât help you? I can peel a potato or something⊠okay maybe nothing as advanced as peeling a potato but I can boil noodles or something.â he chuckles a bit.Â
âGorgeous, last time you tried to boil noodles, you burnt the water. I still donât know how you managed that.â you couldnât contain your laugh at the memory. It was one of your first dates with Lan and heâd wanted to make you a home cooked meal. Take out ended up being delivered.Â
âYeah, alright. Weâre watching Hannah Montana.â he said as he flopped his back against the couch.Â
When dinner was cooked, you and Lando plated the food before moving to sit on the floor in the living area, using the coffee table to eat off.Â
The two of you continued watching Hannah Montana until the episode where Blue Jeans became ill. Lan immediately changed the show to play the movie rather than the tv series.
âLan, you do know Blue Jeans recovers at the end of the episode, right?âÂ
âYeah but he still has to go through the traumatic experience of being bitten by that snake and I just canât. Weâre gonna watch the Hannah Montana movie now and slow dance to âCrazier', cry to âButterfly Fly Awayâ, and dance to âYou Can Always Find Your Way Back Homeâ.â he tells you sternly. He's made up his mind and nothings gonna change that. So thatâs just what you do.Â
When Taylor Swift appears on the screen and starts singing âCrazierâ, Lando jumps up off the floor and leans his body towards you, holding his hand out for you to take. Once you place your hand in his, he pulls you swiftly off the floor, pulling your body close to his. You wrap your arms around his neck while his hands are secured on your waist. The two of you swing your bodies slowly and effortlessly to the melody thatâs playing in the background.Â
When the lyric âyou lift my feet off the ground.â Lando does exactly that. Heâs gripped your waist and lifted you in the air, bringing a squeal out of you as you were not expecting that. He keeps you above him as you let out a fit of giggles. Once your feet land back on the ground, you fall into Lando, trying to catch your breath. You listen to his heartbeat and hold him tight. He really is your favorite person.Â
In true Lando fashion, he knows all the words to this song. As he should since he decided it was one of your songs a while ago. You watch as he sings the words to you, and you realize just how truly in love you are with the person in front of you. You would wait forever for him. Heâs the closest to heaven youâll ever be.Â
Once the song ends, the two of you sit back down and continue watching the movie. You were cuddled up to Lando, wrapping yourself around his arm as he rested his head on yours, occasionally leaving soft kisses.Â
The beginning chords of âButterfly Fly Awayâ play and Lando is already in tears. Heâs already buried his head into your shoulder as he sobs about how emotional the song is. âHe was always there for her. He tucked her in and turned out the light. He had to do it all alone!âÂ
All you could do to comfort him was hold him close to you and rub his back. You hummed along to the song, Lando loved it when you did that. You never sang in front of him, but when you did, it was like God's greatest gift to him. Â
The end of the movie was near as the opening chords of âYouâll Always Find Your Way Back Homeâ. The two of you were already on your feet, ready to dance and sing along. Lando had even pushed some of the furniture out so that there was more room for dancing.Â
With some crazy moves and a whole lot of jumping around, you and your love had the time of your lives.Â
Lando is pointing at you when he sings the lines ââCause, when Iâm feeling down, and Iâm all alone, whoa, oh. Iâve always got a place where I can go.â singing completely off key but who cares, heâs having fun, and so are you.Â
When the song comes to an end, youâre in Landoâs arms, trying to catch your breath again. But it feels impossible when everytime you look at him, he takes your breath away. The most beautiful man ever is yours? Crazy, really.Â
You stay in his arms for a moment, looking into those eyes that looked like sunlight was filtering through leaves.Â
âHome.â he breaks the silence, smiling down at you wholeheartedly. He cocks his head to the side before continuing, âYouâre my home.âÂ
It took everything in you not to break down into a puddle of tears at that moment.Â
Instead, you bring your lips to his, connecting them in a sweet, soft exchange.Â
After putting the furniture back in place and cleaning the dishes from dinner, you lead Lando to the room youâll be sharing during this little vacation.Â
After a quick shower, Lando meets you on the bed, almost collapsing onto it due to the exhaustion heâs been in.Â
Thereâs no need to exchange any words at this moment. You just pull Lando into you, watching as he rests his head on your chest and wraps his arm around your waist. You scratch the back of his neck, messing with his curls a bit as your other hand draws patterns on his bare back.Â
After a minute, you feel Lan relax into you, watching as his breathing becomes shallow and steady. It didnât take long for him to fall asleep and you're thankful. He truly does need sleep, especially for the talk you two will have in the morning.Â
You follow suit with Lando and fall asleep soon after him. It was the best sleep youâd had in ages.Â
The sun shines through the thin, cotton curtains that cover the windows. Landoâs chest is warm against your back, his arm wrapped around your torso, keeping you close to him. The steady breathing lets you know heâs still sound asleep. You check the time, reading 7:24 am. Itâs still a bit early so you decide to get some breakfast prepared for when Lando wakes up.Â
You slowly and quietly move out of his arms, careful not to wake him as you know he wonât stay in bed if he knows you arenât next to him. Once youâre out of bed, you brush your teeth andÂ
make your way to the kitchen.Â
Breakfast is kept simple, just some overnight oats with some fruit and honey. After a few minutes of washing and cutting some fruit, you watch as Lando emerges from the bedroom, sleep lacing his features.Â
âI didnât hear you leave the bed.â he frowns at you.Â
âSorry, darling. I knew you were tired and I didnât want to wake you so soon. But your timing is perfect! I've just finished preparing breakfast.â you smile gleefully, presenting him with a beautiful bowl of fruits and oats.Â
The smile on his face is enough to brighten the whole room. âThanks, baby. Looks amazing, as always.â, he walks around the kitchen counter to kiss you.Â
Once heâs sat down and begun eating, you tell him your plan for the day, or his plan.Â
âI was thinking we could go on that hiking trail I told you about. Getting some fresh air and some sun could be good for you. We could also talk a bit? About everything?â
You can tell heâs a bit uncomfortable from the way he stiffens when you mention wanting to talk. He was never really one for talking about himself and the things heâs struggling with. He much prefers listening but he knows he has to let you in a bit.Â
Without looking up at you, he responds, âYeah. Sounds good.â continuing to stuff his face with his oats.Â
Once you two had finished breakfast, you put on your shoes and made your way to the hiking trail.Â
During the beginning of your walk, you decided it would be best to get Lando to feel comfortable before jumping into the whole discussion of him and his mental health. So you begin by asking, âSo, Tarkov, how have you been doing in it?â
He looks at you with genuine surprise, wondering why the fuck youâre asking about Tarkov when he knows itâs not your type of game. But, he answers anyway, âErm, itâs turned into more shit and giggles if anything. A lot of messing with Max and them. Oh, the other day I stabbed Maxâs character in the leg cause he stabbed my foot. And then I stabbed him again but his game was glitching so he couldnât heal. He was actively dying and couldnât stop it so I shot his guy. Letâs just say he wasnât exactly joyful about that. But in my defense, he wouldâve died anyway. It was a mercy kill.â he laughs to himself.Â
After almost 45 minutes of walking, you guys stumbled upon a nice lake that was surrounded by trees. There was a shore with some large boulders so you led Lando there for a bit of a break from walking.Â
You two sat there for a moment before you broke the silence to try and talk to him.Â
âYou know I love you right?â you ask him, watching him look down at his hands and start to fiddle them.Â
âYeah.â he responds quietly.Â
âI want you to be okay, Lan. I can see you being torn apart by everyone and everything. I donât want to watch you fall because you donât deserve that.â âItâs hard, being me. I know I should be happy for everything that I have. I mean, I have money, a house, so many fucking cars that I donât need, a loving family, and the most amazing and beautiful girlfriend. But, it feels like Iâm drowning in everything with racing.â - he confesses, his tone is low, matching the way his reality makes him feel so small.
You scooch closer to him, taking his hand in yours, âI know itâs been hard. And you have the right to feel the way you do. Youâre the person who gets the most shit right now with the media. Theyâre all twisting shit to fit their narrative. But you need to keep pushing back, donât let them walk over you anymore.â âMy mind is complicated. But when youâre here, next to me, it quiets a bit. I know that when Iâm with you, everything is easy, like a million things can be thrown at me, but at the end of the day, if youâre here, Iâll be okay. I know I sort of broke you, someone I love so much. Itâs all me, in my head. I burned us down and Iâm sorry I did that to you. I donât wanna lose you.â âYouâll never lose me, Lan. Iâll keep your hand in mine, until weâre food for the worms to eat, til our fingers decompose. This love of ours isnât temporary. So Iâm not gonna give up on us, on you.â - your hand touches the side of his face, bringing him to meet your eyes before you continue, âIâm still yours, even when you lose your mind and try breaking up with me a million times. None of this is your fault. Youâre all I want.â
Tears begin to stream down his face as he leans his forehead against yours, âI just want you to know who I am, outside of the racing and the drama. I donât want them to see me, just you, cause youâre the only one who understands me.â
You lift his chin so he can look in your eyes again as you say, âI know who you are. Youâre the best thing thatâs ever been mine, and Iâm never letting you go again.â
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Thank you for everything, my love. I wouldnât be where I am without you đ§Ą
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User23 now wait a min â how many chapters did i miss?
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Someone better | LN4 and FC43
Prologue
Sumarry: Lando is treating his girl badly, but thank God one Argentine is more than happy to do everything he doesn't do.
Pairing: Franco Colapinto X Driver!Reader | Lando Norris X Driver!Reader
WC:1.265
(WARNINGS:) Abusive relationship, manipulation, machismo, sexism, Lando is a complete idiot here, sorry! đ
A/N: Since Y/n is Brazilian (And in Brazil we speak Portuguese and not Spanish) Franco and she will speak English to each other most of the time, okay?
How do you realize you're in an abusive relationship? When do you realize? Do you... Do you realize it?
Is it when it gets more violent? Or is it already extreme?
Lando isn't violent, but he is aggressive, that always confuses Y/n.
She's only 21, for God's sake, she got her place in F1 this year when she was called up to replace Checo for the entire 2024 season, yes, she signed with Redbull and is now partnered with Max Verstappen
When she started her relationship with Lando, it was very different, well, I think that's the problem with an abusive relationship, you only realize it when it's too late, and sometimes, unfortunately, you don't even realize it.
Lando was handsome, sweet, affectionate and fun, it was impossible not to fall in love with him, but...
Y/n thinks she can remember the first time he acted strangely.
It was when she was in P1 for the first time, Max was in P2 and Charles got P3, she remembers trying to greet Lando, but he walked right past her, making her feel completely embarrassed with so many cameras filming the event.
"He's just frustrated and tired." That's what she thought.
To make matters worse, Lando didn't go to celebrate with her, only God knows where that boy got himself into that night, but she doesn't want to think about it too much.
That was supposed to be her moment, but he managed to ruin everything.
"Enjoy your night, you deserve it so much." She remembers Chales saying that with his hand on her shoulder and a comforting smile.
After a few days he simply went back to normal without saying a single word about it, as if he hadn't broken her heart into little pieces.
The second time it was actually Max who noticed it, well, he adopted Y/n as his little sister, and he really loved her as if she were.
He was in the paddock when he arrived at the Redbull carriage and came face to face with Lando and Y/n in a distant corner.
It wasn't uncommon to see them in each other's garages, but Max frowned when he saw Y/n half-curdling while Lando spoke non-stop in an aggressive and low tone, only for her to hear.
Max got even more irritated when he saw Lando's expression change when he saw the cameras approaching.
He needed to have a little talk with Y/n.
Later that day, Max managed to catch Y/n alone and he couldn't miss the opportunity.
"Hey." He approaches smiling and she forces a smile.
"Hi Max."
"I wanted to ask you something, I don't want to be nosy or anything, but is everything okay?" Max notices that Y/n's hands are shaking so much that she can't open her can.
"It's okay, I just...fucking can." Max smiles weakly, takes the can from her hand and opens it in a second.
"You know he can't treat you like that, right?" Max says, giving the can back to her, who lowers her head a little uncomfortably.
"He's just kind of nervous and frustrated too."
Max laughs in disbelief upon hearing this.
"What kind of shitty excuse is that? He might have the worst day of his life, but he has to respect you." Y/n doesn't know what to do upon hearing Max say this.
"It's okay, Max, I...I like him." Max sighs and puts her hand on the young woman's shoulder.
"You'll always have me, okay? Even if you go to another team, whichever team you go to, you'll still have me, I promise." Those few words made Y/n's day 100% better.
The third time was a little more problematic, Y/n wasn't having a good day, and to make matters worse, the reporters seemed to sexualize her in every question, damn it.
"Why are you so glum?" Lando says, approaching her and taking her hand.
"I just don't understand why they have to sexualize me in every possible question." She says quietly and Lando scoffs.
"You're a woman and you're Latina, what do you expect them to do?" Y/n looks at her boyfriend confused.
"What do you mean?"
"Come on Y/n, are you going to say you don't like this kind of attention? All this attention they give you?"
"You think I like being harassed? What's your problem?" Y/n lets go of his hand, and he's quick to pull her hand back, squeezing it a little tighter this time.
"Are you trying to put on a show for others now?" He says quietly, looking into Y/n's eyes, and she just wants to scream and run away.
But there are already too many lies and distorted stories about her out there, so she just turns her face away so she doesn't have to look at him, and forces a smile when Oscar and Charles approach to talk to them.
After that, Y/n thinks her mental health is hanging by a thread, the reporters make her seem like a gold digger, that she's only there to sleep with all the drivers, her boyfriend makes her feel ungrateful and crazy, and the haters won't stop trying to kill her once and for all.
But...
In the middle of all this, someone showed up...
Franco Colapinto
Franco and Y/n had known each other since the F2 days, they always laughed a lot and joked together, when Y/n went to F1, Franco cried with emotion with her.
But he knew how much she would be missed.
But now he's at Williams replacing Logan.
When he arrived at F1, he was all joy, Franco got to talk to his favorite drivers, and that was a dream come true, but when he turned around and saw Y/n drinking water and with a completely worried expression, he felt his legs a little wobbly.
"Holy shit, she's still beautiful."
Ele sempre a seguia na~~s redes sociais, mas vĂȘ-la tĂŁo de perto...
As if she could feel someone looking at her, Y/n turned and met Franco's eyes.
He smiled and waved and she waved back smiling with her mouth closed.
But he needed more, so unable to contain himself, he excused himself to the people around him and practically ran to Y/n.
"hola mi hermosa." Franco pulled her into a hug that she happily returned.
"I missed you so much." Y/n says and Franco smiles more.
When they let go of each other, Franco notices the dark circles under her eyes, and her smile that seems a little forced.
"Congratulations on your pole, it was more than deserved."
"Oh Franco, It's been months."
"Uau? VocĂȘ me deixou ~~tĂŁo orgulhosa e feliz." S/n sorri e balança a cabeça.
"Thank you, it was a dream come true for sure, and I know I'll see you up there soon too." She smiles and Franco's heart races even faster, he had completely forgotten the power she had over him.
"Fuck, I forgot about that." Franco thinks.
Before Franco could say anything, Lando appears looking for Y/n.
"Come on Y/n, let's go have lunch." He takes Y/n's hand and looks Franco up and down.
"Hey, man." Lando lets go of Y/n's hand and offers it to Franco, who smiles as he shakes Lando's hand.
"See you around Franco." Y/n says smiling softly and Lando takes her hand pulling her with him.
Franco's smile fades as they walk away and he sighs self-consciously.
"Fuck, I forgot about that too!"
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General Romantic Headcanons â Anya, Daisuke x gn! reader
tw: none.
wc: 1k (~500 per character)
Master List
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ Anya
â„Anya is really soft when it comes to the people she cares about. One of the reasons why she wanted to become a nurse was to help others, so itâs no surprise that sheâs very caring, always looking out for you. Itâs hard to keep friends in her line of work, so she cherishes you extra, finding solace in your company.
â„She feels a bit silly having a crush when sheâs this old. Sure, she hasnât reached middle aged yet, but having a crush over the age of twenty makes her feel a bit foolish. Yet you always seem to make her fall for you even more. The inside jokes, the late night discussions, your constant encouragement and strong willed belief in her makes her heart flutter. You had been by her side after so many of her lows, the constant rejections from med school and her long trips that separated you for years. Sheâs not sure what she did to deserve you.
â„When Anya has a crush on you sheâll be a bit more bashful yet confident at the same time. Itâs a confusing mix. Some moments have her blushing and shying away, while others sheâs teasing and complimenting you. If you tell her how pretty you find her or brush her hair behind her ear sheâs done for. Itâs like her heart wonât stop beating out of her chest and her face is bright red. Anya will hide her face, trying to stay calm. If she finds you shying away for one thing or another? Itâs over, sheâs like a cat who spotted its prey. She wonât let it go and continue to tease you until you combust. She loves seeing you in such a state, and it may seem out of character, but with you she feels comfortable enough.
â„Honestly, it's a toss of the coin who confesses first. After long enough, sheâll end up confessing during one of your nightly hangouts, going from how much she cares about you to how she wishes you were together. If youâre the one confessing, do it in a more private setting. Sheâs not the biggest romantic, but the quiet setting would feel more intimate to her, like it's just the two of you in the big, big world. Anya would be so happy that you both finally crossed that boundary, wishing it couldâve been sooner.Â
â„When you start dating things wonât change much. Things just get a bit more comforting and homey. Neither of you hesitate with your innocent affection anymore, threading your fingers together without uncertainty or resting your head on the otherâs shoulder without care. If anything you both hang out even more, going on small dates to cafes or reading books at home. What does change is how it's even harder to let her go when work calls. How you dread the upcoming year without her smile or laughter, or how frustrated she gets when she loses to you.Â
â„But you donât worry too much. Anya always comes back, and youâll continue to be by her side when she inevitably applies to another med school. Listen to her rant about what she experienced, her minor grievances with her coworkers. Itâll be all the sweeter to have her back in your arms, watching the stars and pondering where your futures will lead.
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„Daisuke
â„Like Anya, Daisuke is soft when it comes to those he loves. Heâs just a bit more outgoing about it. The type to show someone a picture of you and be like âyeah, thatâs my best buddyâ. Yes, he is internally dying when he has to call you his friend.Â
â„Hands down heâs so obvious with how heâs crushing. Daisuke basically becomes your personal butler with how fast heâs willing to stop what heâs doing for you. Youâre hungry? Donât worry, heâll get you some food. Youâre cold? Hold on, heâs got a really fluffy blanket youâll love. Heâll take any excuse he can get to prove his worth to you (not that you need him too). He gets extra giddy when you both hang out. Itâs just so chill, and he gets to spend more time with you, maybe buy you something thatâll remind you of him.Â
YeahâŠheâs down bad.
â„Finding reasons to love you? It comes naturally to him. Itâs like every day he finds another thing that makes him want to squeeze you. Confessing? HahahaâŠuhhh heâs having trouble on that front. Daisuke cherishes what you have so much, he finds it terrifying to shift things. Heâs so blindsighted by his own feelings, heâs afraid heâs projecting the hints he thinks youâre giving him. So he keeps his feelings to himself, refraining from touching you for too long or saying something that may give him awayâŠyeah heâs not as good at that as he thinks.
â„Youâll have to confess. Daisuke will just continue to beat around the bush, blushing and pretending like he wasnât head over heels for you. Confess anywhere, Daisuke doesnât mind. Heâll be too taken aback at the confession to care if people were staring or not. The moment you tell him you like him heâs on cloud nine.Â
He nearly forgets to confess backâŠ
â„Once itâs official (and boundaries are placed), Daisuke will be all over you. Itâs like heâll die if he isnât touching you in one way or another. Loves love loves holding hands with you, extra points if you fidget with his fingers or rings. He not only loves feeling you by his side, but being useful (whether that be by being your guide in crowded spaces or a fidget toy for you to calm your racing mind) is his top need. Itâs just so reassuring to know that you love him, need him, and rely on him.Â
â„Loves any and all kinds of dates. From exciting ones like theme parks and haunted houses, to the lowkey ones like sleepovers and going to the park. Can barely take his eyes off you if you dress up (this could be just the smallest touch up like putting on perfume/cologne if you normally donât or doing your hair differently). Can barely take his eyes off you if you donât dress up tbhâŠ
â„Daisuke finds himself finally looking forward to what his future holds.
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imagine caitlin and reader are dating but reader becomes pregnant so caitlin has to hide it from the public and her teammates
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caitlin clark x reader
warnings:ivf, pregnancy kind of added stuff to this hope thatâs okay
you and caitlin met in college, back when she was just starting to make a name for herself on the court. you were drawn to her right awayânot just her talent, which was undeniable, but the way she seemed to light up every room she walked into. back then, she was this whirlwind of energy and determination, a bit rough around the edges but with a heart so big you couldnât help but fall for her. it started as friendship, with late-night study sessions, endless coffee runs, and cheering her on at every game, but before long, it turned into something much deeper.
over time, you two became inseparable, and when she asked you to marry her just before her first WNBA season, there wasnât a doubt in your mind. the wedding was intimate, just close friends and family gathered to celebrate the love youâd built. you were overjoyed, and you could tell caitlin was too, her usual confident self was almost shy as she slipped the ring onto your finger. after years of building your lives together, finally calling her your wife felt surreal and perfect.
with caitlinâs career taking off, you both tried to keep things private, cherishing the little moments you could steal away from the public eye. being married to someone in the spotlight isnât always easy, and you found yourself fielding questions, navigating rumors, and learning to protect the sacred parts of your life together. while everyone knew you as âcaitlin clarkâs wife,â you were determined to hold on to as much of your privacy as you could. you were her biggest supporter, always cheering her on from the stands, but beyond that, you stayed in the background, happy just to be by her side.
when you both started talking about starting a family, it was another big step. caitlin was ecstatic, talking nonstop about what it would be like to raise a little one together, already imagining teaching them to shoot hoops in the driveway. IVF wasnât an easy road, and there were times when the journey tested both of you. caitlin would stay up late, holding your hand, whispering words of encouragement, even after long days of practice and games. when the news finally cameâwhen the test turned positiveâneither of you could believe it. you sat there in the quiet of your home, holding each other, realizing that your dream of a family was actually coming true.
you wanted to keep it private, though, at least for a little while. this was something special, something just for the two of you, away from the cameras and the questions. every time you went out, you found yourself slipping into baggier clothes, avoiding certain angles, anything to keep the world from guessing. caitlin would grin at your little attempts, her eyes full of affection, and youâd just laugh, knowing that for now, it was your secret.
a couple of months later, you and caitlin head back to iowa for a special occasionâsheâs finally receiving her final four ring, a long-awaited moment to celebrate with her old teammates and friends. thereâs this buzz in the air as you both step onto campus, flooded with memories of those early days together. gabbie, kate, and jada are all there, ready to relive the glory days. it feels like a homecoming, filled with laughter and nostalgia, and though youâre still a bit tired from the trip, youâre determined to keep the news to yourselves.
at the ceremony, she catches your eye in the crowd, flashing you a small, private smile that makes your heart flip, and in that moment, youâre both transported back to those early days. afterwards, youâre all gathered in a small cafe on campus, reminiscing over coffee, trying to soak in every minute with the people whoâve been there through it all.
but as the hours pass, hiding your pregnancy starts feeling harder. you find yourself resting a hand on your stomach absentmindedly, sitting down more often, and youâre sure gabbie has noticed you stifling a yawn more than once. eventually, she leans over, watching you with this knowing look.
âhey⊠are you okay?â she asks, voice soft with concern. âyou seem a little⊠off?â
you feel caitlin tense beside you, her hand gently squeezing yours under the table. you flash gabbie a reassuring smile, brushing it off. âjust tired from the travel, thatâs all,â you say, hoping itâs convincing enough.
but then kate chimes in, eyes narrowing as she looks between you and caitlin. âwait a second⊠you two arenât⊠hiding something, are you?â
you exchange a glance with caitlin, but before you can answer, jada lets out a gasp, her hand flying to her mouth. âoh my god, are you pregnant?â
caught off guard, you canât help but laugh, feeling your cheeks flush. caitlin just sighs, a shy smile creeping onto her face as she squeezes your hand. âyeah⊠weâre expecting,â she admits, her voice filled with this quiet, uncontainable joy.
the room erupts in cheers, the girls pulling you both into hugs, congratulating you with an outpouring of love and excitement. itâs overwhelming, but in the best possible way, and as you stand there with caitlin by your side, you realize how lucky you are to have friends who are so genuinely happy for you.
âwow,â gabbie says, grinning. âi canât wait to see the little basketball prodigy you two are going to raise.â
caitlin laughs, rolling her eyes, but thereâs this soft, proud look in her gaze as she wraps her arm around you, pressing a kiss to your temple. âweâll see,â she murmurs, giving you a warm smile. âfor now, weâre just glad to have people in on the secret.â
thanks for reading!! sheâs too cute with kids. requests are open.
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A Rainy Wandering
Inc: Reader/Malleus (99% platonic but we had to sneak those subtle feelings in there at the end. Love me some two oblivious clowns) Second person POV Warnings: None WC: 1.8k Summary: Er so that new Malleus card, yeah? (Or: hey your bff scheduled in a 4 hour gargoyle tour, are you coming, orrrr...?) Also s.o to Alexandra with her literal Field Guide to Gargoyles and founding of the Gargoyle Appreciation Society. My hero rn for this hope they are thriving.
The campus is shrouded in grey as the rain falls at a steady rate around you. You grip your umbrella with both hands to combat against the gentle tug of the wind as you stand at the end of your dorms long walkway, shifting from side to side on occasion to look at both ends of the road. Behind you, the orange glow of Ramshackles cozy inside beckons to you, promising an escape from the rain in the form of wool blankets and terrible reality television. Youâre half tempted to go back, but you staunchly remind yourself that you had made a promise, and you were not someone to fall back on your word.
That being said, your friend is about five minutes late, but you can forgive him. Heâs never been good at keeping track of time.Â
You shift on your heels again as you tilt the umbrella back to look at the grey sky. You last all of two seconds before too many raindrops fall on your face and you look back down, blinking the water out of your eye. The motion lets you take note of a pair of boots standing to your right.Â
âOh!â You splutter, moving your umbrella again to look at to whom those boots belong. Malleus stands in a very casual, unassuming manner, his own umbrella in hand and his brow quirked in amusement. âHow long have you been standing here for?âÂ
You know the answer to that alreadyâprobably just secondsâbut Malleusâ lips curl into a secretive smile as he shrugs a shoulder. âLong enough to observe you taking a makeshift wash.âÂ
A sour look is what he gets in turn, although yours always lack venom when it comes to him. A quick glance over his form shows you that heâs come prepared for the weather as well. In addition to his umbrella (which is decorated with gargoyles, to your amusement), he wears a black and purple raincoat, gloves, and has tied his hair back in a looped knot you think you've never seen him wear before. Compared to your yellow rubber boots and yellow raincoat, he looks like he stepped out of a high-fashion shoot.Â
To serve and observe, apparently, is the agenda for today. You missed that memo.Â
âI need to tie a bell to your wrist so I know when youâre coming.â You grumble as he steps back to the road, leaving you to fall in line with him. His warm laughter fills the air as you begin the first few legs of the tour heâs been talking about for ages.
âNow, I do think I recall you saying that once before,â he muses, tapping his fingers against the metal gargoyle at his umbrella's base. âYou have yet to follow through.âÂ
 âI think your students would mob my dorm if I were to try and tie anything to you. Maybe I should just put an alarm on your phone insteadâas long as you donât break it again.âÂ
Often this would earn you a look of mock hurt, but Malleus seems far too jubilant at the moment to care about the subtle read youâre giving him. Heâs smiling away, as happy as can be as he walks by your side. He even has a little bounce in his step. It almost makes you want to laugh at the sight; how can anyone call him intimidating when heâs looking like a child about to get a present?Â
âAh, yes, yes. I have been diligent in keeping my devices in check. Shroud has been of much help in that.â His gaze darts around the campus until he loops his arm with yours and pulls you swiftly to the right. Youâre pliant to his guidance, only sighing in response as you let him pull you wherever he sees fit. This is something youâve come to realize about the nature of your relationship with the prince. Malleus is a chronic wanderer, tending to just go off wherever he wishes, but heâs also mildly codependent. Since you two had firmly established that you are friendsâhell, you gave the man a friendsgiving cardâeverywhere Malleus drifts off to, he takes you like a tether.
âAh! Our first stop on our tour,â he begins, still brimming with energy. He tries to move his umbrella, only to have it collide with yours in the process. âActually, before we begin, would you be so kind as to close your umbrella? We can use mine.â
You lean back to look up at your friend incredulously. At well over 6 feet, horns excluded, you doubt that you will remain dry for long should Malleus shield you both with his umbrella. He stares back both unwavering and with expectation in his look. You purse your lips. He raises an eyebrow. You lean back a bit, he replicates the action, his gaze looking you up and down. Daring you.
Oh, girl.
After a second of silent staring with a dash of attitude that the man rarely shows anyone else, you huff a sigh and close your umbrella, scooting closer to him once you do. His expression lights up as you roll your eyes, and he resumes his tangent.Â
âThank you, my dear friend. Now, as I was saying, our first stop on our tour! If you direct your attention upwards you will see what is aptly called a screamer gargoyle. The positioning of its bodyâwith hands behind its head and its mouth agapeâis meant to remind those who witness it that torment lay ahead if they fail to fulfill a particular purpose. You may see these on the cathedrals in numerous nations, as they were quite popular to evoke terror in worshippers.â
 You scoot forward to look past the edge of the umbrella at the gargoyle in particular. True to Malleusâ word, the carved figure looks as though itâs screaming in agony, its eyes directed upwards, and its body bent at an angle. You smirk a little.Â
âKind of looks like Ace and Deuce during exams.âÂ
Malleus hums thoughtfully. âPerhaps that is why they put one on a school ground. To remind students of the torment they will endure should they neglect studying and strike deals for grades instead.â
âSo mean,â you chastise, even though you were the one to start this train of thought. The two of you continue your trail along the main road. Malleus keeps your arms firmly linked together as he chatters on, stopping on occasion to point out a particularly significant gargoyle, or a grotesque lined against the wall. You reckon this is the most your friend has talked in a while, considering his need to stop and clear his throat with an apology.Â
You also consider that this is probably one of few times that heâs managed to rope someone into a walk with him like this. Out of the joy his joy seems to bring you, you prompt him with several questions as you tour about, doing your best to remember the info dumping youâre being subjected to. A slip up of calling a grotesque a gargoyle by mistake, which earned you a verbal berating in the gentlest of manners, was enough to make you pay closer attention.
As the rain begins to lighten and the sun valiantly fights to break free, the two of you come to a stop in one of the courtyard areas of the main building. You fish out a granola bar from your pocket as Malleus holds the umbrella, offering him half of it before you look around at the building. There arenât as many gargoyles here as the other areas, save for one impressive dragon carving looming over the courtyard entrance. You gesture to it in silence, your mouth too full of chocolate and granola to speak. Fortunately, Malleus has become more then attuned to your gestures to know what youâre sayingâanother reward of your friendship.Â
âThat is one of the older gargoyles present on the campus. Considering that the courtyard we are standing in served as part of the original residence, I would wager that the initial owner of the lands commissioned this.â Malleus taps the base of the umbrella again as he tilts it back to look upwards. A few stray raindrops hit his cheek, making his brow furrow as he inspects the moss-covered structure. Heâs looking at the gargoyle, while youâre looking at the expressions heâs pulling. âMost people surmise that the selection of a dragon was done to evoke fear in opponents who may try to take these lands, but Iâm of the mindset that it was done to symbolize the wisdom and guardianship the owners held over their subjects. Dragons are, after all, quite wise.â
âSo the dragon says.â You reply teasingly as you look at the statue. Heâs right to guess that itâs certainly the oldest one youâve seen. The stone is aged and slightly cracked along the edges. You know that Malleus has a habit of carving statues himself, and you wonder if heâs ever considered trying to repair it. Given his love for all things crumbling and ancient, however, you also wager that the thought of rebuilding something that time has claimed is well against his personal morals.Â
âMy assessment is free of bias, Prefect.â He counters with a mockingly scolding tone to his voice. You know it to be in jest by the way his eyes remain alight with joy. He really is infectious when heâs in a good mood, dangerously so, and a part of you wishes he could stay this way consistently instead of sliding back to the quiet, brooding form he can be when heâs feeling temperamental.Â
You scrunch up the granola wrapper before shoving it in your pocket with a shake of your head. âOh yes, definitely no projecting going on here.â
âI will leave you out in this rain.â He warns, tilting the umbrella so that youâre out of its cover. You yelp in protest and duck back underneath, practically squishing yourself against him to keep from doing that again.Â
âYou like me too much to do that!â You argue back as you grip the umbrella handle yourself. He breaks his facade of sternness to laugh as his arm comes around you to rest on your back. The act feels far too natural for the first time heâs ever done it, yet you acquiesce regardless. âBesides, who else will finish this loop with you? Silver is training with Sebek and Lilia is off⊠well. Doing whatever he pleases.â
Another thoughtful hum vibrates in Malleusâ chest, which you can feel considering the proximity of your bodies in this moment. A sudden awareness strikes you that makes you feel a bit awkward about it all. Out of reflex you nudge his waist with your arm, prompting him to give you some more space.
âI suppose you have me there,â he notes, granting you a half smile as he looks down to your irate expression. He offers you the crook of his arm, and you silently oblige by linking it with yours. He tugs you a bit closer this time around as he beckons to the courtyard exit. âLet us continue, then. I would say we have another hour at least. Oh, I do hope youâre as excited as I am for whatâs to come.â
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Helloooo!! I want to request Leona's bodyguard reader x Malleus draconia
The reader has been Leona's bodyguard since they was a child.
They are calm and serious people. They look strong and intimidating on the outside, but in reality they are gentle, humble, kind, and have always been by Leona's side, both in good and bad times.
And I thought it would be funny if Leona found out that his bodyguard was dating Malleus Draconia.
Malleus Draconia x Leonaâs Bodyguard! Reader
thank you for waiting, i hope you like it <3
Youâve been Leonaâs bodyguard since you were both kidsâa quiet, steady shadow to his sharp glare and princely airs. Through tantrums and triumphs, through wild hunts and royal galas, youâre the one constant in his life.
Calm, grounded, intimidating on the outside but with a deep well of patience and kindness on the inside, youâve been there for him through thick and thin. Even if he rarely says it, youâre pretty sure Leona trusts you more than anyone.
But recently, your attention has been caught by someone else. Malleus Draconia. Youâre not sure how it even startedâa mutual nod at some formal event, a brief, stolen conversation under the starsâbut somehow, youâre drawn to him in ways you hadnât expected.
His reputation as a brooding, powerful mage is well known, but when heâs with you, he seems... softer. Gentler.
Youâre surprised to find yourself laughing with him over small things, finding moments of peace in his quiet company, and even catching yourself looking forward to seeing him.
One night, after a particularly stressful royal banquet, Malleus pulls you aside into a secluded part of the garden. The air is thick with the scent of night-blooming flowers, and the soft glow of the moon gives everything a silver hue.
Malleus looks at you with a tenderness that leaves you breathless, a look so deep and genuine that it shatters your carefully maintained composure.
âIs it... strange that I feel so at peace with you?â he asks, his voice barely a murmur.
You shake your head, feeling your heart hammering as he takes a step closer, his fingers brushing yours. âI donât think so. I feel it too.â
With a gentle hand, Malleus lifts your chin and leans down, his lips brushing yours in a kiss thatâs soft, almost reverent. For a moment, the world falls away, and youâre just two people, finding something precious in the most unexpected of places.
From that moment on, a quiet romance blossoms between you. Itâs filled with stolen glances, secret late-night walks, and a warmth you never thought youâd find in the life of a royal bodyguard.
Of course, it doesnât take long for someone to notice. After returning from one of those quiet rendezvous with Malleus, you find Leona sprawled on a couch, eyes narrowed with a smirk that tells you he knows far too much.
âSo,â he drawls, âwhen were you planning to tell me about your little... lizard liaison?â
You raise an eyebrow. âLizard liaison?â
Leonaâs grin widens. âYeah. Youâre sneaking around with that overgrown gecko, right?â
You sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose. âFirst of all, heâs a dragon, not a lizard. And second, I donât see how itâs any of your business.â
Leona just cackles, clearly entertained by the way youâre trying to stay calm. âOf course itâs my business. Youâre my bodyguard, not his. You do realize the guyâs got enough power to raze a kingdom?â
You cross your arms, trying not to let him get to you. âMalleus is nothing like that. Heâs... actually very kind.â
Leona stares at you, somewhere between exasperation and disbelief. âYeah, kind. Right. Next thing you know, youâll be telling me heâs got a soft spot for kittens and flowers.â
You sigh, more out of resignation than anything. âLeona, itâs not like that. Heâs... heâs different from what people think.â
He raises an eyebrow, then shrugs, stretching lazily. âFine, whatever. Go ahead and play damsel to the dragon. Just donât get eaten.â He smirks again, like heâs thought of something funny. âBut hey, if things get too weird, Iâll send a rescue party.â
Rolling your eyes, you mutter, âIâll keep that in mind.â But as you walk away, you canât help but feel oddly reassured by Leonaâs grumbling.
Days turn into weeks, and your relationship with Malleus deepens. Youâre careful to keep things quiet, but when heâs by your side, everything feels lighter, even as the duties of court life weigh on you.
Finally, after a long day of meetings, you and Malleus find a moment to yourselves in the garden. He reaches for your hand, a rare look of uncertainty crossing his face.
âYou know,â he murmurs, âI never thought... I would find someone who sees me, not as a prince, but as simply... Malleus.â
You smile, threading your fingers through his. âIâve always seen you as Malleus. And I always will.â
Just then, a familiar, exasperated voice cuts through the moment. âSeriously?â Leona drawls, standing there with his arms crossed and looking at you both with a mix of exasperation and vague amusement. âI leave you alone for five minutes, and youâre off canoodling with him?â
You half-expect Malleus to take offense, but he only smirks, and youâwell, youâre too used to Leonaâs antics to be embarrassed. You just shrug, as if to say, Yep, you caught me.
Leona gives an exaggerated sigh and rubs his temple. âJust donât start spouting nonsense about gargoyles or some weird fae magic nonsense. Last thing I need is you turning into a bat or whatever.â
Before turning to leave, he adds, almost too casually, âAnd, hey, Lizardâmake sure you donât screw this up. Iâd hate to have to break in another bodyguard.â He waves a dismissive hand, like he couldnât care less, but thereâs something in his tone, a reluctant warmth, that lets you know he does.
With a laugh, you thank him, and Leona just shakes his head, muttering something about âlizard-brained idiots.â But as you walk off with Malleus by your side, you know that no amount of Leonaâs teasing can dampen the feeling you haveâthe feeling that somehow, against all odds, youâve found someone who truly makes you feel whole.
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