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Currently thinking about arranged marriage au with Bakugou..
All characters are aged up 18+. MDNI
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Husband!Bakugou who had known you for about 6 months before you both got married, your parents having introduced you two. Hoping to personally aid in love life of their children and praying to get grandchildren.
Husband!Bakugou who despite being uneasy by the presence of another person in his house, is quite considerate. Cooking meals for you whenever possible, keeping your favourite chocolates in stock, always making sure you feel welcomed.
Husband!Bakugou who has your schedule memorized, dropping you to the hospital everyday and picking you up as well.
Husband!Bakugou who never lets you feel left out, always mentioning about work, what he did that day, even the reports he wrote.
Husband!Bakugou who, 3 months after the marriage mentions his friends wanting to meet you, considering the marriage had been private, only close family was there. His friends knew about the marriage, had even seen photos of you but, were yet to meet you.
Husband!Bakugou who, on the way to his house, tells his friends to behave and cause a wreak havoc when they get there. Denki teases him, stating how Mrs.Bakugou already has him trained. Bakugou tells him to shut up but his ears did turn red.
Husband!Bakugou who sits back and lets you mingle with his friends, noting how you were already getting along with them so well.
Husband!Bakugou who helps you can after everyone had returned to their respective homes. Bakugou who stands beside you, washing the dishes while you dry them. Both of you working in silence.
"Did you enjoy today? Hopefully it wasn't to exhausting." He spoke.
"I was fun." You turned towards him. "It's good getting to know people."
The dishes were done, both of you now looking at each other, he turns to look at you before slowly leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. You instantly melt against him and wrap your hands around his neck.
A low hiss leaves his mouth at the coldness of your fingers. Bakugou let's his hands wonder, one hand holding your head while other going down and squeezing at your waist.
He taps your thigh, signalling you to lift it. Holding your thigh, he ruts his hips against your core. His bulge rubs against your clit. You let out a gasp, clit buzzing in joy. He leans lower trailing kisses down your throat, leaving behind love bites for you to admire later.
"-am takin' this off." He pulled your sweater off. He let out a groan, the sight of you in bra making his cock throb.
"wait- hold on." You pulled away. "We don- don't have condoms."
He looked at you bewildered, the idea of being cockblocked by lack of rubber and possibility of fucking you raw clashing.
"I'll pull out." He said before continuing to hump his cock into your cunt.
"You won't, we both know it."
He lets out a defeated sigh, before gently letting your leg down and moving to the living room.
He comes back with a thin blanket before wrapping it around your shoulders. "Go to bedroom, I'll be back in a minute." He kisses your forehead before he is out the front door.
Husband!Bakugou who is standing at the cashier counter impatiently, thinking about you laying in bed and playing with yourself with only three items in hand, pack of large condoms, unscented lube and your favourite post sex snack.
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"If I hear Hakuna Matata one more, I swear..." Being a father also meant spending time with his child and doing whatever she wanted, even if that included watching The Lion King for the 10th time this week. And there she was, Itoshi Sae's pride cuddled beside him under the soft blanket as she hugged her Simba plushie.
"It means no worries for the rest of your days!" she sang along with the young lion cub on the screen, swaying side to side with a bright, toothy grin. But when she glanced up at her father, she saw no such enthusiasm. "Daddy, why aren't you singing with me?" He knows this expression very well, this specific manipulation through the eyes and the sad smile, making everyone feel guilty for doing what she wantsâshe got that from you.
Sae sighed, annoyed and on the verge of his limits for tonight when he started at his daughter and then back at the TV screen, regretting all his life choices. "It's our problem-free philosophy..."
"HAKUNA MATATA!" she screamed jumping from the couch to the wooden coffee table holding her plushie high up, twirling in her dress as she danced to the rhythm of the song. Sometimes he wonders if she has his DNA because she has the same personality as her mother. Even though she was a carbon copy of him with the same hair and eye color, and the six lower eyelashes... Well, she was yours as much as she was his.
You come back from doing the laundry to find your husband and daughter having fun together. Sheâs giggling as he picks her up from the table and into his arms, saying, âItâs time to go to bed, little lion because the lion should sleep tonight in the quiet jungle.â You canât help but laugh softlyâoh, the lines from the movie have clearly gotten to him already. But then, he stops mid-step when he notices you standing there, a gentle smile on your face, filled with love at the sight of your little family.
Your daughter, however, is quick to wiggle in his arms, demanding, âI want Mama!â Sae lets out a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes before handing her over to you. The moment sheâs in your embrace, the four-year-old menace transforms, instantly calming down. It doesnât take long before sheâs snuggled up against you, eyes fluttering closed, falling asleep in the comfort of her momâs hug.
Together, you and Sae carry her to her bed, kissing her forehead and tucking her in. She clings tightly to her beloved Simba plushie, a tiny smile on her face as she drifts deeper into sleep. With a final glance at your sleeping daughter, the two of you step back into the living room, collapsing onto the couch.
The Lion King is paused on the TV, but neither of you moves to unpause it just yet. Youâre too wrapped up in each other, cuddling close as Sae starts talking about how much your daughter loves the movie. âItâs all she talks about,â he says sounding tired when his hand brushes against yours and you smile, resting your head on his shoulder. âYou should enjoy it,â you say softly. âShe wonât be a little kid forever.â
His arms tighten around you at your words, and you sit there cherishing the quiet moment together when he starts humming something, a familiar melody that is definitely not from the movie. Yeah, you can definitely feel the love tonight.
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Worth The Fight: Swoon Worthy
Masterlist: Here
CW: Language, pregnancy things, minor anxiety, jealousy and per usual a bit of arguing and angsty bits.
A/N: Iâm so glad yâall are enjoying this story! It makes me so happy, now donât be mad okay? Itâs gonna be fine just hold on a bit longer I swear Harry is getting it together. Also this chapter is a mix of texts and a one shot yall will have to tell me how you like it?
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Summary: You meet Anne and have a super tiny casual run in with someone else and Harry says some a lot of things that he shouldnâtâš
You smile at Nick when he opens the door for you and helps you out of the car, you adjust your purse strap on your shoulder as you look around and notice youâre outside the front gate of a house and not a restaurant. You feel your brows pinch together as you reach into your bag to grab your phone so you can call Harry to make sure youâre at the correct place because why would you be meeting his mom for lunch at some random house and not a restaurant? But before you can find your phone the sound of the gate opening up makes you lift your head just in time to see Harry making his way towards you.
âHarry this is someoneâs house.â He just laughs as he gives a nod and a wave to Nick who is still standing behind you.
âYouâre so observant. Canât get anything past you huh?â You roll your eyes as Harry runs a hand through his hair. âCome on youâre already late letâs not keep her waiting any longer.â He says with a smirk that you instantly want to smack off his face as he stands to the side allowing you to walk in front of him.
âIs this your-â
âNo itâs not my house itâs my momâs.â He informs you as the two of you walk up the driveway. âAs much as I adore my mother I am a bit too grown for her to be crashing in my guest room when she visits and she likes to spend a good amount of time here so this just made the most sense.â He adds as the two of you make it to the bottom step of her porch.
âItâs lovely.â You tell him with a smile as you look at the exterior of the house, Harry watches you look around for a moment before he walks up the three steps to the front door leaving you near the bottom step looking at a rose bush his motherâs has planted in her flower beds.
âOh I forgot to mention-â Just as you look up from the rose bush you see the front door open behind him and you feel as if everything after that happens in slow motion. You watch Harry turn and smile at the man who walks out of the door, he quickly gives him a hug and you think you hear something about seeing each other soon but youâre not really sure because right after that you find yourself staring into a very familiar pair of blue eyes as the man stands at the top of the steps and is looking down at you with a warm smile.
âHello.â His accent is thicker in person than it is when you hear it coming from the television in your living room when you, your neighbor and Paris watch The Voice. He gives you a wave as he makes his way down the steps. âYou alight love?â He asks with a hint of concern when he notices you havenât said anything or moved from your spot in front of the rose bush.
âUhm hi-youâre uh-uhm hi.â You donât know if what came out of your mouth were actual words or not but either way it earns you a small chuckle as he reaches a hand out and gently places it on your arm.
âHi. Lovely to meet you.â He says with a smile before he drops his hand from your arm and you find yourself reaching for the spot he just touched as he turns his head to look at Harry over his shoulder.
âSee ya H! Text me about a round next week.â And with that he gives you one more glance and a little nod before he makes his way down the driveway towards the gate. You find yourself turning around and watching him leave and itâs as if he can feel your eyes on him because right before he walks through the gate he looks back and gives you another wave and a smile causing a dreamy sounding sigh to escape you as you just stare in the direction that he walked off in.
Harry watches the whole interaction with a clenched jaw and a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, heâs not sure what it is because never in all the years heâs known his band mate has he ever felt this way while watching him simply meet someone for the first time. Heâs watched people practically throw themselves at the man and yet he finds himself more bothered by the way your eyes lit up at and how your cheeks got all pink with just a little greeting and a smile from his Irish friend and he doesnât like it one bit.
âDo you need a moment?â Harryâs voice snaps you back to reality as you turn and face the front of the house. He has his arms crossed over his chest as he stares down at you with a raised brow.
âThat-that was Niall Horan.â Your voice is still a little shaky from the shock of seeing him up close and personal as you point down the driveway towards the gate Niall left through. âHeâs so pretty.â You mumble as you look at the spot on your arm that he touched while Harry rolls his eyes and lets out a scoff.
âReally?â
âWhat? He is.â
âIâm not arguing with you about that Iâm just seeing if youâre done swooning over one of my best mates or do you need a few more minutes to wipe the drool off your chin?â You just send him a glare as you make your way up the steps. You know you couldâve handled meeting him a bit better but you werenât at all prepared and youâre extremely emotional so honestly Harry is lucky you didnât start crying the moment your eyes met with Niallâs piercing blue ones because they are truly just that pretty in person, the tv doesnât do them justice at all.
âI wasnât swooning you donât even know what that word means.â You state as you make it up the last step and adjust your purse strap making Harry want to let out a groan due to his personal hatred for the black hole you call a purse you lug around everywhere.
âYes I do it means to swoon.â
âAre you serious? Thatâs what you think swooning means? To swoon?â
âIt doesnât matter what it means I just know thatâs what you were doing with Niall when you got all heart eyes and just stood there with your mouth hung open.â
âMy mouth was not hung open donât be rude.â
âThen-then the sigh when he left? What the hell was that about?â
âIt wasnât a sigh I was just breathing.â
âOh please Iâve never heard you breathe like that before.â
âThatâs because Iâve never swooned over you.â Harry feels his eyes narrow as his hands clench into fits at his sides as you just cross your arms over your chest and stare at him. Itâs then that it hits you whatâs going on and you feel your brows pinch together as you give Harry a questioning look. âHarry Styles are you jealous of Niall right now?â You watch him shake his head as a deep and almost dark chuckle escapes him.
âWhy would I be jealous of Niall? I donât even really like you enough to be jealous of anyone you find swoon worthy.â Harry regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth, he doesnât know why he said them because he knows they arenât true. He does like you, how much and to what extent heâs not quite sure but at least enough to feel a small bubbling of jealousy in the pit of his stomach when he saw you gawking at Niall right in front of him.
âRight. Can we go inside now?â You drop your arms from your chest so you can adjust your purse strap as you look away from Harry and towards the front door. Harry lets out a sigh as he runs a hand over his face, he mentally scolds himself for letting his emotions get the best of him and making him to say things that make you practically deflate right before his eyes.
âIâm so-â
âWhat exactly have you told her about us?â Harry rubs his lips together when you cut off his attempt at an apology and he knows heâs going to just have to add it to the list of things he has to eventually say sorry for whenever youâre finally ready and willing to hear them.
He opens the door and stands to the side allowing you to go in first and when you give him a small close lipped smile as you walk by he catches your eyes for a brief moment and he feels his chest tighten at how exhausted you look. Itâs not the kind of exhausted in the sense you could fall asleep at any moment but the kind that shows youâre just emotionally drained and he knows itâs his fault. His words have managed to take the sparkle and light he saw in your eyes earlier when you arrived and were looking at his motherâs rose bushes, leaving behind only a dull glimmer.
It doesnât help that he knows youâre putting on a brave face because youâre about to meet his mother, something you repeatedly told him you werenât ready for and instead of listening and trying to work out a better time he just ignored you because for him itâs almost easier to argue and bicker with you than it is to try to talk and come to reasonable conclusions about things. And the thing is Harry just doesnât know how to stop himself sometimes before heâs saying something stupid and leaving you to deal with the emotional aftermath. Much like heâs doing now as he watches you swallow down your emotions, readying yourself for the task at hand before you look at him over your shoulder with a quirked brow as you stare at him from his motherâs entryway.
âHarry?â You saying his name brings him back to the moment, heâs quick to walk into the house with a playful smile on his face acting like he didnât just say something extremely hurtful to you a few moments ago as he takes a few steps so heâs standing next to you.
âOh you know just that we are madly in love and Iâm planning on proposing on your birthday which-thatâs not today right? Because Iâm not prepared at all I donât have a ring or anything.â He can tell youâre not in the mood for his jokes by the way you just let out a sigh but before he can say anything you just stand up a bit straighter and turn your head so you can look him right in the eyes and thatâs how he knows youâre about to say something thatâs going to probably hurt his feelings.
âDonât bother with a ring. Iâd never marry someone I donât swoon over.â You say it so casually but Harry knows thereâs an undertone of seriousness to your words, you wouldnât marry someone like him is what youâre saying and he canât blame you because right now he doesnât even think he likes himself very much let alone thinks heâs anywhere close to being marriage material.
âYeah you deserve a swoon worthy husband.â
âI know I do.â
âI told her the truth.â Harry says finally really answering your original question as he leads you further into the house. âSo she knows everything.â He adds as he looks over his shoulder to make sure youâre following behind him, you pause and give him a wide eyed stare as your hand reaches out and grabs his elbow keeping him from taking another step.
âYou told her everything?â You ask in a whispered tone making Harry have to hold back a chuckle as he sees panic begin to set in as the thought of his mother knowing all the details of the two of youâs relationship hits you.
âI mean I might have spared her a few minor details about how we actually made the twins but other than that yeah she-she knows everything.â You let out a sigh as you release his elbow and Harry then does something that shocks the both of you, he places his hand on your lower back and in an almost comforting gesture you feel his thumb rub against the fabric of your shirt as he gently guides you into his motherâs living room. âJust relax. Sheâs going to love you.â Is the last thing you hear him say and before you can even fully react to it you hear the sound of a sliding door opening.
âOh my goodness.â Harry grins as his mom walks into the living room from her backyard, he takes a step to the side letting his hand fall from your back so he can give you and his mom some room to say hello. âYou are just lovely.â You feel your cheeks get warm as Harryâs mom walks over to you with her hands out. âIâm Anne.â You introduce yourself to her with a smile. âThank you so much for agreeing to this Iâm sorry if you ran into Niall on the way in. He just needed some-â
âOh yeah we ran into him alright.â You turn your head to send Harry a warning glare as Anne grabs your hands giving them a reassuring squeeze while Harry ignores your threatening looks and heads off towards the kitchen.
âHeâs always been a bit dramatic so youâll have to get used to that Iâm afraid.â Anne explains as she watches your eyes linger on the back of Harryâs worn out band t shirt before he disappears into the kitchen.
âSo itâs not just me that brings this out of him? Thatâs good to know because I was beginning to think I had something wrong with me that just made him act a little wacky.â You say with a sigh of relief making her laugh as she lets go of your hands and subtly eyes your outfit, you feel embarrassed for a moment wondering if maybe sheâll think you didnât find this to be an occasion worth dressing up for but then you see her eyes land on your small bump and a grin takes over her features and you instantly see where Harry gets his smile from.
âCome on love.â She reaches for one of your hands before turning around and heading towards the sliding glass door. âLet me show you what Iâve got for you and let me know if anything sets you off okay? I know how smells can be a bit rough during all this.â Harry stands in the kitchen and watches the two of you make your way outside, his mom places your bag down on a chair by the back door before she escorts you outside to the table he helped her set up before you arrived.
âHarry said youâve been craving jams on toast so I thought this would be a safe thing to start with and he also said you like carrots?â You can only nod as you stare at the table in front of you that has a few plates full of pieces of toast cut up into cute shapes all with different types of jams spread on top of them while one plate has a mixture of vegetables on it with a dip in the middle.
âI do yes-I like carrots and this is wonderful thank you.â Anne smiles as you take a seat at the table, she sits down in the chair next to you and hands you a plate full of the toast and jam so you can have an easier time reaching it. The two of you snack on some toast and vegetables and talk about your work and how long sheâs going to be visiting California before a comfortable silence overtakes the table for a few moments.
âI just want you to know that he told me what he did.â Her voice is gentle not wanting to ruin the mood surrounding the two of you as she looks at you with soft kind eyes, you swallow the lump you feel forming in your throat as your hands fall to your lap. âThereâs nothing I can say that will undo that kind of damage but I hope you know that Iâm so thankful youâre still letting him be apart of this even after-well after all that.â You look away from her and down at the plate in front of you as you feel your eyes start to get watery.
âIâll always let him to be apart of this for as long as he wants to be apart of this no matter how I may feel about him.â Anne reaches over and places a hand over yours that are resting on your lap and gives them a soft pat.
âI know he comes across as a bit of a uhm well-a bit of an ass but he does seem to care that he upsets you because heâs never called me quite as distraught as he was that night you didnât let him inside your apartment.â You simply shrug in response as you lift your head and look at the end of the table where you notice a tea pot and some cups.
âThat was a rough not for all of us it seems.â You inform her as you place a hand on your bump as you reach for the tea pot but before you can actually grab it you see a very familiar hand with a cross tattoo between the thumb and index finger grab the handle.
âI can do it.â Harryâs voice is softer than youâve ever heard it before making you blink up at him as he pours some tea into a cup. âYouâre not going to want to watch this next part mom. Itâs going to upset you.â He warns as he grabs a jar from next to the pot, Anne just playfully rolls her eyes as she watches her son open the jar and reach for a spoon.
âIs that-â
âPeppermint tea and honey? Yes. Is it killing me to make it for you? Yes but I know you like it and it helps with uh-â
âNausea.â You finish for him resulting in a small nod and what you think is a hint of a smile as he gently places the teacup in front of you.
âIs that enough honey? I donât know uhm how-how much you like in your uh tea.â Harry asks all of a sudden feeling very unsure of himself as if it just dawned on him that the amount of honey you take in your tea is just one of the many things he doesnât know about you. You pick up the teacup and bring it up to your nose and take a sniff and Anne covers her mouth to hide her giggle at the way your nose scrunches up and you very quickly place the cup back down on the table.
âStill smells minty.â You explain as Harry raises a brow at you when you donât answer his question right away.
âWell yeah itâs peppermint tea.â
âYeah but I donât like peppermint tea thatâs why I add honey.â
âYou-you donât like peppermint tea?â
âNot really.â
âYouâve been ruining a perfectly respectable tea with honey and you donât even like it?â
âPerfectly respectable? What kind of tea do you think isnât respectable?â
âI donât like lavender tea. Now really why do you drink something you donât even like? There are so many other nausea remedies you know that right?â
âIâm aware but this one is easy and it tastes fine when I add a lot of honey.â Harry just stares at you as you reach for the jar of honey with the spoon still in it, you hear him let out a huff as he grabs it for you and places another heaping spoonful into your teacup.
âHow does this even help with your tummy if itâs just basically honey and hot water?â He asks as he places the honey back near the teapot before he takes a seat in the empty chair next to you.
âDonât know and I really donât care because it works so I donât question it.â Anne sits back in her chair as she watches the two of you go back and forth over the way you prefer your tea and she has to fight back a smile as she notices the way the two of you stare at each other during the whole exchange. Neither of you break eye contact unless itâs when you reach for something but even then Harry is quick to grab it for you, probably not even aware of what heâs doing but subconsciously wanting to do things for you so he has to take advantage of the opportunities when he can, such as spooning extra honey into your teacup while in the middle of a silly argument.
âSo love youâre what? Eleven weeks now?â You turn your attention away from Harry to look at Anne who is looking at you with a warm smile. You nod and take a little sip of your tea and smile when it tastes just like it usually does when you make it or maybe a bit better if youâre being honest. âHave you told anyone yet?â She asks and you hear Harry shift in his seat next to you as he rests his hands in his lap and something tells you that if you were to look over your shoulder at him heâd be messing with his rings.
âUhm not yet I was waiting till I went a little over twelve weeks or so just to be safe.â You explain as you place your teacup back on the table, she just smiles and nods as you reach for a piece of toast with raspberry jam spread all over it. âI also didnât know how you uh would want to do that? Like announce it.â You look over at Harry as you speak and he lets out a sigh as he runs a hand through his hair while leaning back into the chair.
âI honestly donât know if Iâm going to.â Harry states just as you take a bite out of your toast, he watches your eyebrows furrow as you try to take in what he just told you.
âWhat do you mean?â You ask once you finish chewing the bite in your mouth.
âIâm going to go check on the cake.â Anne says excusing herself as she stands up from the table, she gives Harry a look that you miss before she walks inside and the moment the sliding door closes Harry lets out a groan and runs both hands over his face as his head rests on the back of his chair.
âWe donât have to talk about this right now.â You roll your eyes at his attempt to change the conversation, but this might as well be discussed now rather than later when youâre even more pregnant and hormonal which just means youâll be easier to set off on a crying fit.
âJust tell me what you mean by that Harry. You donât know if youâre going to announce the fact youâre going to be a dad? People will find out eventually you know that right?â
âI donât know if I want to announce the circumstances in which made me a dad. If I say Iâm about to be a dad then theyâll expect an engagement announcement or some photos of me and some hidden girlfriend or something and thatâs not the case with us is it?â You feel the lump return to your throat at his harsh tone making the tip of your nose turn pink as you look away from him and down at your lap while you sniffle.
âOnce I announce I have a set of twins on the way and they see us together theyâll know very quickly that we are just two people who hooked up one night and ended up here.â Harry adds as he stands up from his seat and gestures to the two of you with his arms, completely ignoring the way you arenât looking at him and the way your cheeks are now a bit blotchy and your breathing is shaky, all the clear signs that would tell him youâre crying if he would just stop talking and look at you.
âI always thought Iâd be having kids with someone that I loved not someone that I just shared a few too many tequila shots with.â His hands are in his hair tugging at his roots as he closes his eyes and tries to take a few deep breathes so he can calm down, not really sure if itâs the topic itself that has made him so upset or if itâs a lingering side effect from his small bout of jealousy earlier and itâs just now rearing its ugly head.
âHarry Edward Styles.â His momâs voice coming from behind him makes his eyes snap open as he turns around just in time to see you walk around her and through the back door and into the house. He raises a brow as he turns his head to your seat over his shoulder and sure enough itâs empty, he hadnât even noticed you left the table.
âI uh-Iâll be right back.â Anne just shakes her head as she crosses his arms over her chest and blocks the door from him when he takes a few quick steps towards it.
âNo youâll go sit down and wait for me to get back.â He just nods and lowers his head before he turns around and goes back to his seat at the table. Anne lets out a sad sigh as she turns around and heads inside to find you.
âItâs okay. We arenât doing this here. Wait till you get home. Itâll be fine.â Anne feels her heart shatter a little as she hears you mumbling to yourself in the entryway, where she finds you with your bag over your shoulder and your phone clutched in your hand while a steady stream of tears make their way down your cheeks.
âIâm so sorry love.â Her voice is like a warm hug engulfing you as she appears in the entryway, you look at her and before you can say anything she is wrapping her arms around your shoulders and pulling you in for a gentle hug. âDo whatever you need to do for yourself okay? I promise he will respect whatever boundaries you need to set.â She reassures you as she gives you a small squeeze while your arms wrap around her to return the hug.
âIâm sorry I didnât get to stay longer.â You mumble between sniffles as Anne pulls away and she just brushes it off as she places a hand on your shoulder.
âNext time itâll just be us.â She says with a smile as your phone goes off letting you know your ride is almost there. âLet me know if you need anything okay?â You just nod as she leans in for one more quick hug before she opens the front door for you, she stands there and watches you walk down the driveway and to the gate and she waves when you turn to and look at her before walking through the gate. Itâs not until she sees the car you get in the passenger seat of drive off that she turns around and goes back inside.
Harry is chewing on his bottom lip while he waits for his mom to return to the backyard, he keeps replaying the last five minutes over and over in his head and he canât believe he let himself get so caught up in his little tangent that he didnât even notice you got up and left the table. He feels horrible because he doesnât even know why he got so worked up over something so stupid. Because Harry knows he is going to have to tell the world heâs going to be a dad eventually, and he would much rather be the one to do it than to have a photo leaked of him with you leaving Dr. Andrewsâs office or out shopping for baby things once the time comes for that. He wants it be something well thought out and personal not some rushed, shot from across the street, horrible angled pap photo that the both of you hate that ends up being how the world finds out about the Styles twins in the making.
His main thing is he just doesnât want to deal with the questions of who you are because he doesnât know how to answer them, because who even are you to him right now? Besides the obvious answer being the one doing all the hard work and carrying his children, the one he canât seem to just have a normal conversation with, but also someone he clearly liked enough to give his actual personal number to and thought was cute enough to ask to have a mid night out romp in the bathroom with. For a moment Harry wishes the two of you could be those people again, the ones who met in that karaoke bar and were just having fun and enjoying each others company, before all the pregnancy chaos happened and he potentially ruined everything. Because something deep inside of him knows that if he just took the time to get to know you and stopped getting in his own way, heâd probably really like you and that kind of terrifies him.
âYou are going to ensure that girl has a peaceful and smooth pregnancy from here on out do you understand me young man?â Anneâs stern voice makes Harry sit up straighter and knocks him out of his thoughts as he turns to give her all his attention as she stands at the end of the table with a disappointed look on her face.
âYes maâam.â
âYou have such a way with words Harry and itâs a blessing as well as a curse because sometimes you just say the most hurtful things.â Harry swallows hard as his mom lets out a sigh and places a hand on her hip.
âI love you and you know I want to support you but I will not allow you to talk to her like that. You need to get your head out of your ass and treat her with a little respect or else youâre going to end up watching your babies be brought into this world over a phone because she wonât want you anywhere near her and that means not being in the delivery room and youâll never forgive yourself if thatâs how it ends up Harry.â He just nods as he feels his eyes begin to burn with unshed tears he canât seem to blink away at the thought of you being so over him that you donât even want him in the delivery room, something he would have no choice but to agree to.
âI keep-keep fucking it up.â He admits as he sniffles making Anne take a step over to him so she can place her hands on the tops of his shoulders over the chair. âI donât know why I just-just keep hurting her.â
âJust give her some time and maybe while youâre doing that you should give your therapist a call?â She suggests as a few tears slip past Harryâs closed eyes as he just nods.
âOkay.â Anne smiles at his agreement and leans down and places a kiss to the top of his head before she gives his shoulders a nice squeeze.
âItâll be okay Harry you just have to do better starting now.â She tells him before she lets go of his shoulders and heads back inside once again leaving Harry alone at the table in her backyard. He opens his eyes and wipes away the few stray tears that try to make their way down his cheeks, his head turns and his eyes land on your teacup and before he can stop himself he reaches over and grabs it so he can take a sip out of it.
âStill disgusting.â He mumbles to himself as he scrunches his nose while he places it back down on the table before he grabs a piece of toast off your plate. âThatâs not bad though.â He says after he takes a bite out of a a piece with your favorite raspberry jam on it.
He sniffles a bit as he leans back in his chair to get comfortable with the toast in one hand and his phone in the other. He lets out a huff as he scrolls through his contacts until he finds his therapistsâs number, figuring there no time like the present, ready to put his therapistâs whole âIâm here for you anytimeâ to the test as he hits the call icon while he takes another bite of your current pregnancy craving. All while trying not to think about what kind of emotional state youâre currently in all due to his irrational and hurtful outbursts because if heâs feeling this horrible and heâs the one who did the talking he canât imagine how you must be feeling as the one who had to endure the hurtful words.
âSo whose house was that?â Ethan, your neighbor who lives directly across from you asks after a few moments of you sniffling and silently wiping your face to try to rid your cheeks of any wetness due to your tears while stopped at a red light.
âAnneâs.â Is all you can manage to say before you feel your bottom lip start to tremble as you look down at your purse in your lap. Ethan just nods as he does his best to not let on to the fact he clearly knows youâre having a breakdown in his passenger seat because he also had to help you into that very same seat because your tears had made everything a little blurry by the time he got to the house to pick you up and you were a half step away from tripping on the curb before he caught your elbow.
âI met Niall Horan.â You mumble as the light turns green and Ethan lets out a chuckle as he lightly shakes his head before making his way down the street.
âHow many members of One Direction are you currently seeing?â He jokes and that makes you turn to look at him with a raised brow as you rub your hand under your nose, not bothering to try to be polite and look cute in your current teary eyed and snotty state because Ethan has seen you look much worse.
âNone.â You answer as you look down at your lap and place a hand over your bump. âBut I did let one of them get me pregnant.â Ethan has to stop himself from accidentally slamming on the brakes as you casually let the information fall from your lips deciding that now is as good a time as any to let your neighbor who is also one of your very good friends know why youâve been so emotional and a bit cranky lately.
âPlease god let it be Zayn.â Ethan half whispers to himself making you reach over with your free hand and playfully swat at his arm with a chuckle making him smile at the sound of your laugh even if it is a bit watery and rough.
âItâs not Zayn.â You say with a playful sadness as Ethan pulls into the parking lot of the apartment complex.
âAnd obviously itâs not Niall if you just met him today.â You just nod as he pulls into his assigned spot and puts his car into park. You stare out the windshield as he turns to look at you, he lets out a sigh as he reaches over and places a hand on your forearm. âWell if itâs whoâs been lurking around our hallway then letâs just hope this baby has your brains.â
âYou mean babies.â Ethanâs eyes go a little wide but heâs quick to recover and just nods and lifts a shoulder in a casual shrug at the same time as if what you just said is the most normal thing heâs ever heard come out of your mouth.
âTwins?â You just nod as you look over at him and he gives you a smile that makes you feel like crying all over again but for a totally different reason. âHoly shit thatâs-thatâs amazing.â The excitement and genuine happiness you can feel practically radiating off of Ethan is the reaction you find yourself wishing Harry wouldâve had when he found out instead of the one he gave you that ended with you alone in an exam room.
âYou think so?â Ethan just nods as he gives your arm a squeeze. âThey are the size of limes right now.â You inform him for no reason other than itâs one of the few facts you have to offer at the moment about the two humans growing in your tummy.
âLimes huh? Thatâs like my favorite fruit and Iâm not just saying that because Iâm a bartender.â You playfully roll your eyes at him before he just lets you sit in silence with him for a moment.
âI donât think he likes me.â You whisper but Ethan is close enough that he hears you and you feel his grip on your arm tighten just slightly making you turn to look him in his green eyes that thankfully arenât as big and dumb as Harryâs. âLike at all and I actually think he might-he might hate me?â
âWant me to kick his ass? Heâs got like six or seven years on me so Iâm pretty sure I can take him.â
âYou may be younger than him but age has nothing to do with being able to beat someone up.â
âI mean come on heâs Harry Styles how much of a punch can the man pack? Besides Iâll let Paris get him in the ankles and Iâll just deck him in his pretty face and itâll be easy and over with in a few seconds.â You just stare at him for a minute after heâs done explaining his plan of attack and when he lets out a sigh you know itâs one of defeat as he releases his hold on your forearm and runs a hand through his blonde hair.
âFine because youâre an amazing neighbor and a good friend I wonât hit him. But I make no promises on being nice to him.â You give him a smile before you begin to unbuckle yourself and get out of the car while he takes the keys out of the ignition.
âThank you Ethan. For everything.â He just smiles and grabs your purse from you before you can even try to put it over your shoulder and slings it over his as the two of you head inside the lobby of the complex.
âYouâre welcome.â You lean into him as he tosses his arm over your shoulder while the two of you wait for the elevator. âI know youâre the one who usually drops the older sister advice on me but I just want to say that if heâs gonna act like a douchebag and make you upset like this all the time then fuck him. You donât need him. Youâll be okay because Iâll make sure of it.â You know he means every word because Ethan isnât one to just tell you something like this unless he feels he needs to. The two of you step into the elevator and press the number five before you decide to say anything in response.
âSo the younger brother wisdom has finally hit you huh? I was wondering when that would happen. Only took two years of living across the hall from each other.â He laughs as he pulls you closer to his side making you smile. âI do appreciate the advice.â
âI just love and respect you too much to see you put up with bullshit from someone who has a god awful naked mermaid on his forearm.â You give Ethanâs chest a smack as the doors open and he lets you walk out first leading the way to your door. âAlso you know old lady Sherry is going to fucking freak when she hears her favorite cat lady is having twins.â Ethan adds as the two of you walk by Sherryâs door and you laugh and nod because she does refer to you as a cat lady because she thinks at your age you should be married with babies not living alone with Paris.
âSheâs not an old lady Ethan sheâs not even in her sixties yet.â You correct him but he just rolls his eyes and brushes you off as the two of you walk up to your doors. You turn to him as he is digging through your bag thatâs still over his shoulder, no doubt looking for your keys.
âIâm in my early twenties so Iâm sorry everyone over fifty is old.â He teases as he fishes your keys out and hands them to you before he slides your purse off his shoulder and gently places the strap on top of yours making sure it doesnât fall off. âSo tell me what was he-â
âSo much prettier in person.â You answer already knowing who heâs referring to and he laughs at how soft your voice goes as the memory of your brief encounter with Niall runs through your head. âThe television doesnât do him justice at all.â You explain since Ethan is the one you watch The Voice with sometimes along with Paris.
âBut he looks so pretty on the screen already? How can he possibly be prettier in real life?â He asks with a quirked brow and you just shrug causing the strap of your purse to fall down into the crook of your elbow.
âWell Iâm glad something good happened to you today.â You smile as he leans in and wraps his arms around you in a hug.
âLove you Ethan.â He smiles as he pulls away and you turn to unlock your front door.
âLove you too and please tell your little ankle biting boy that I said hello.â You laugh and just nod as you open your door, you turn around to close it and give Ethan a wave as you watch him walk into his own apartment and he waves back before closing his door.
You let out a heavy sigh as you lock the door and drop your bag at your feet. You hear the sound of a bell jingling and soon Paris is purring at your ankles as he rubs his head along your shins making you smile as you bend over and pick him up.
âUncle Ethan says hello.â Paris just purrs in response as he nuzzles his head against your cheek as you make your way into the living room. âOh Paris do I have some news for you.â You say with a sigh as you take a seat on your couch and get comfortable with your feet propped up on the coffee table. Paris moves so heâs resting in your lap with his head against your small bump and you bite your bottom lip as you get ready to spill all the events that happened during the few hours you were gone to him, and youâre thankful he isnât looking at you because youâre not quite sure you could handle looking into his eyes right now since they remind you too much of the big dumb green ones that belong to the man that made you cry just half an hour ago.
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Nevermind I'll Get It
How I imagine the LADS Men reacting to you being too impatient to wait for their help. [Requested by: Onliafaze]
Zayne
MC: Zayne can you help me real quick
Zayne: *sending a quick email* Yes what is it
MC: Can you grab my tumbler off the shelf for me I want to drink my tea on the balcony without bugs flying in it
Zayne: Yes give me on minute
MC: Okay
Less than three minutes later there's a loud crash in the kitchen
Zayne: What was that?
MC: Nothing!
Zayne finds you halfway off the counter trying not to step in glass
Zayne: I told you to give me a minute
MC: Yea and then two minutes passed
Zayne: So shattering multiple glasses was a better solution than waiting?
MC: Just help me down
Zayne: I should leave you there to think about your actions
MC: Zayne please!
Rafayel
You walk into the living room and find Rafayel sketching in silence
MC: Raf can you help me bring this box in?
Rafayel: What is it?
MC: A new bookshelf and it's heavy
Rafayel: Yea just give me one second cutie
You leave the room and suddenly Rafayel hears you scream bloody murder
Rafayel: *Rushes to you* What happened?!
MC: I DROPPED IT ON MY FOOT GET IT OFF!
Rafayel: I TOLD YOU TO GIVE ME A SECOND!
MC: AND YOU TOOK FIVE!
Rafayel lifts the box off your foot and moves it so it won't fall on you again
Rafayel: *Inspecting your foot* Two seconds if you would've waited two more seconds
MC: I thought I could carry it on my own
Rafayel: Thats what you get for thoughtin' now look at you *holds your foot up*
MC: *pouting* Put some pep in your step next time
Rafayel: At least I have feet to step and put pep in ⊠you almost lost your toes being impatient
MC: I know you're not talking you are literally the most impatient person alive
Rafayel: That's beside the point
Xavier
MC: Xav where's the step stool?
Xavier: I think Jeremiah still has it
MC: Well can you come grab this wine glass of the shelf I don't feel like climbing the counter
Xavier: Yea give me one second
MC: Nevermind you sound busy
Xavier hears the sound of glass shattering and your cry of pain.
Xavier: What happened?
MC: The glass slipped out my hand when I jumped down and now I have glass in my foot
Xavier: Why didn't you wait for me?
MC: You sounded busy
Xavier: I'm never too busy for you wait for me next time
MC: Okay okay whatever please get this glass outta my foot
Xavier: *Scoops you up off the floor* Alright does it hurt?
MC: No it feels great I wish I could have glass in my foot all the time yes it hurts!
Xavier: No need for the sarcasm you did this to yourself
Sylus
MC: Sy can you come get Mephisto off my vanity he keeps building a nest with my stuff
Sylus: Maybe he just wants to feel half as pretty as you
MC: Come get him before I dismantle him
Sylus: Iâm coming sweetie give me one minute
2 minutes later....
MC: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!
Sylus walks in the find you chasing Mephisto around the room
Sylus: Whatâs going on.
MC: I tried to scoot him off and this bag of wires cracked my concealer in half and got it all over the place
Sylus: He doesnât like being pushed
MC: How was I supposed to know that?
Sylus: You would've known if you had given me a minute sweetie
MC: I gave you one and two minutes passed after that so thatâs not my faultâŠ.
Sylus: *Raises his brow and smirks* and what did we learn from being impatient
MC: That my concealer is not Mephistos color
Sylus: No.
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Karma - Charles Leclerc
Words: 1,396 Summary: Charles and her had plans. 2025 would start with her fully moving in with him and then at the Monaco Grand Prix, theyâd become public. A certain rapper ruins that in Vegas. Note(s): Lamar!Reader, Reader has the nickname âButterflyâ, slight smau, changed results of Abu Dhabi, also yes the title is referring to the Taylor Swift song, lol. Thank you @burningcupcakefire for encouraging me to write this when I mentioned the idea!!!
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Charles could privately admit that when all the diss tracks started to come out, he more than paid attention to them. He had always appreciated Kendrickâs music but in the past year had gained a new perspective of him as both an artist and a person. All because he had started seeing the artistâs younger sister.
They hadnât gone public yet, were still unsure of when they wanted to. He had reservations about putting more eyes on her and considering how his fans, how motorsport fans were, he could only imagine the baseless claims theyâd made, the attacks theyâd lay at her feet and Y/N, or Butterfly as she had been nicknamed by her brotherâs fans, a nickname that had quickly caught to everyone in her life, had her own reasons.
She didnât care about what fans would say, they were behind a keyboard, she could be perfect, and to Charles she was, and they would still find something to pick at, there was no winning. It was the attention he brought. She was already sometimes followed around by paparazzi just because of her brother, she knew that as soon as the news broke, she really would never be able to get her groceries in peace without some divorced thirty-year-old shouting questions as he took photos of her.
So they both had agreed that after the new year, when she was finally fully living with him in Monaco, and then at the Monaco Grand Prix, they would reveal their relationship, that of course didnât go to plan because of one Instagram story.
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Butterfly is fuming when he gets back to his hotel room, the curtains drawn back and letting the lights of Vegas spill into it, onto her. Sheâs nearly as stunning here as she is on his balcony in Monaco that faces the coast. A gorgeous backdrop that canât even come close to her beauty no matter how much it tries.
Her fury makes arousal simmer in the pit of his stomach and his lips twitch upwards when she leans into the kiss he presses to the corner of her lips.
âYou're nearly as mad as when he mentioned Whitney.â
She scowls at the verbal reminder of that shit. âHeâs lucky Iâm a civil adult.â
âVery civil.â Charles agrees.
âI mean, honestly what the fuck does he think heâs doing. Acting like he got an interest in F1.â
Charles listens as she starts to rant, having clearly waited for him, and he listens as undresses. Gathering his clothes up as her voice increases in volume and he gently tugs her with him into the bathroom, turning on the shower before easily lifting her onto the bathroom counter, her hands pausing their gesturing to run over his arms in thanks before she continues.
She rants through his brief shower, nearly slipping when she begins to read out texts between her and her brother.
âHe is pissed?â His voice is nearly high, head poking out of the shower to look at her with wide eyes.
Butterfly looks at him in confusion, head cocked to the side. âBaby, of course. Your family. We donât stand for shit like this against family.â
Charles canât even point out that said shit is just an insta story of Drake saying heâs betting on him to win the grand prix, because he knows it feels deeper than that, especially with Drakeâs history of betting. His mind is far too focused on the word family.
âIâm family?â
She lets out a laugh, tongue running over her teeth. âBaby, you got with me right before one of the worst times for our family and stuck through it. You never had to prove yourself, but that did it. You're stuck with all of us now.â
He feels warm all over at the words and he ducks his back into the shower, quickly rinsing off before climbing out, barely remembering to put a towel around his waist before capturing her lips in a kiss.
Her hands eagerly run over his back, legs opening to pull him closer and he tries to keep his upper body away from her, not wanting to get her shirt wet, but she pulls him closer and he canât resist her, has never been able to.
âYouâve made me all wet.â She teases when they break apart.
He tries to apologize, but then sheâs taking his hand and pressing it between them, against her leggings, and the feeling of wetness pulls a moan from the back of his throat.
âYou are very lucky that I donât listen to Andrea.â
âVery lucky.â She agrees.
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âK said you had an idea.â
Charles lets out a hum, fingers trailing over her ribs.
âHe wouldnât tell me what.â
His fingers pause. âI was thinking instead of staying in Vegas tomorrow we go and see him.â
âWe leave for Qatar on Monday.â
âWe can make it back to Vegas in time for our flight. Itâs barely a two-hour flight from there to here.â
This time she hums.
âCan we go public?â
He nearly chokes. âWhat?â
âPublic, I want to go public. We had kind of talked about doing it before Monaco next season, but things have changed a bit.â
âBecause Iâm family.â
She laughs, âYeah, baby, because your family.â
âWhat if we do a uh soft launch?â
âA soft launch?â
âYeah, Iâll take a picture with your brother for my insta stories, start following you, you follow me back.â Excitement starts to build as he speaks.
âI post a little something about being in Qatar.â
âWe do a little date night in Abu Dhabi.â
She hums, âYou kiss me after you win Abu Dhabi.â
âYou think Iâm going to win?â
âFuck yeah, baby. First Ferrari driver to win there and youâll overtake Norris in the standings and maybe Ferrari will finish P2 in the constructors.â
âI like this plan.â
She smiles. âI like it too.â
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âYes Charles!â
âYes!â He screams over the radio. âWhere did Carlos finish? Where did Norris, Oscar?â He wants to celebrate the win, but the constructors and drivers are far more important.
âCarlos P6, Norris P3, Oscar P10. You are second in the drivers. And we are second in constructors, 2 points between you and Norris, four points between us and McLaren.â
âFuck.â The excitement in him is simmered with resentment. Four points was all it came down to and of course it wasnât in their favor.
âCharles, Charles,â Fredâs voice is thick over the radio. âYou did fantastic, another win for you and an amazing drive!â
He smiles, taking his hands off to wave at fans as he slowly moves around the track. Italian easily spilling from his lips as he thanks Fred, Bryan, the mechanics, engineers and the whole team.
Itâs satisfying to pull his car to the number one spot as Lando takes off his helmet, jaw twitching. Charles wants to shake him because how can he be this focused on second in the drivers when him and his team won the constructors. He stares at him for a second before getting out of the car and throwing himself into his teams arms.
They easily catch him, hands patting all over, his name spilling off lips over and over again. They grip him tighter before letting him go to take off his helmet and balaclava.
The air is refreshing against his face and normally he's taking a drink of water, starting to put back on jewelry, but today heâs searching through the crowd of red, heart thumping when he finally notices her.
Sheâs to the side, beaming at him as Bryan stands on her left while his mom and brothers stand to her right. And he goes to her.
His hands easily going to her face, holding it gently before kissing her.
Sheâs mumbling something against his lips and he wants to know what, but he canât stop kissing her. Not when sheâs clutching at his arms, pressing closer to him. But a nudge to the ribs makes him pull away, breathless, and his tongue runs over his swollen lips.
âSo proud of you, baby! So fucking proud!â She yells at him as heâs pulled away for a post race interview and he canât help but blow her a kiss, happy to have won in front of her for the first time and in front of his family again.
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PETER PARKER | BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS | M | GENDER NEUTRAL READER
Warnings: Sexual Themes, Mature/Explicit, Gender Neutral Reader, Tom Holland As Spider-Man, Not Proof Read
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~What dating Parker feels like on a day to day basis
THE SKYLIGHT CATASTROPHE
One night, thereâs a thud loud enough to rattle the walls, followed by an ominous silence. You know exactly whatâs happened even before Peter pokes his head through the window, windswept and grinning sheepishly.âSo, uh⊠surprise! You have a new skylight!â
You cross your arms, unimpressed. âYou broke my roof again?ââOkay, technically, it was already fragile. I just⊠sped up the process.â
The next morning, you find him on the roof, duct tape and webs in hand, muttering to himself like heâs crafting a masterpiece.âPeter, youâre going to fall.âHe waves you off without even looking up. âRelax! Youâre being ridiculous. Iâm Spider-ManâI wonât fall. Skylights are all the rage anyway. Just think of it as me upgrading your house for free!â
Right as he says it, his foot slips, and he stumbles forward, barely catching himself with a web against the gutter.âSEE? I caught myself!â he says triumphantly, cheeks flushed as he steadies himself.
You stare at him, appalled. âPeter, Iâm not worried about you, you blithering idiot. Iâm worried about my house! Fall on the road and break your head if you want, but I swear to god, if you break my house againââ
âNoted. No more house-breaking. Promise. Bob the Builderâs retired anyway,â he grins.
WEBBED LAUNDRY
You pull a ruined hoodie out of the washâbright red, stretched beyond recognition, and sticky with web fluid. Marching into the living room, you hold it up like evidence.âPeter! Why is my hoodie fused with web glue?â
Peter looks up from the couch, cereal bowl in hand, his eyes widening. âOhhh⊠yeah, about thatâŠâ
You glare, waiting.
âI, uh, mightâve had to yank my suit off super quickly after patrol last nightâit was covered in websâand I didnât realize it stuck to your hoodie in the laundry pile.â
You narrow your eyes. âYou didnât realize?â
Peter sets the bowl down, flashing a nervous grin. âLook, web fluid is mostly water-soluble! If we wait a day, itâll dissolve!â
You groan, holding up the ruined fabric. âIt better dissolve. Or youâre buying me a new hoodie.â
Peter slides an arm around your waist, grinning. âOr⊠we could share this one? Exclusive Spider-Merch for my favorite person.â
THE GREAT SPIDER-MANâS HANDYMAN FAILS
You and Peter finally move in together, which should have been excitingâexcept unpacking with Spider-Man is a nightmare.âPeter, whereâs the box with the kitchen stuff?â you ask, arms crossed.
Peter scratches the back of his head, sheepishly pointing to a corner. âUh⊠itâs webbed to the ceiling. I thought itâd save space?â
You sigh. âOkay, fine. But why is there a Spider-Tracer in the toaster?â
He grins nervously. âSecurity measure?â
Later, you catch him trying to web a shelf together instead of using screws.âPETER!ââWhat? This is structurally sound!â
THE HOODIE INCIDENT
Peter freezes when he sees you curled up in his hoodie, sleeves hanging past your hands.âYou stole it again?ââFinders keepers.â
He steps closer, voice low and teasing. âLooks better on you anyway.â
Before you can respond, he tackles you onto the couch, hovering over you with a grin.âYouâre not keeping it.ââMake me.â
MORNING HEATWAVE SNUGGLES
You wake up tangled in Peterâs limbs, his face buried in the crook of your neck. Itâs cozyâuntil you realize heâs a human heater.âPeter. Let me go. I have stuff to do.â
âFive more minutes,â he murmurs, pulling you closer with ridiculous Spider-strength. âSpider-Boyfriend privilege.â
âYou smell like sweat and bad decisions.â
Peter chuckles, his breath warm against your skin. âWant me to make another bad decision?â His lips brush your jaw as his voice drops, teasing. âI can make you sweaty too.â
Heat flares in your cheeks, but you manage to mutter, âYouâre impossible.â
His smirk is pure trouble as he rolls you onto your back. âAnd you love it.â
SWINGING FOR BEGINNERS
The first time Peter suggests swinging with you, you laugh nervously. âNo way. I like my life.ââItâs safe! Youâll love itâI promise.â
The moment he scoops you into his arms and leaps off the edge, you scream loud enough to wake half of Queens.âPETER, I SWEARââ
âYouâre fine!â he calls out, laughing as the wind whips past. âJust enjoy the ride!â
You bury your face in his shoulder, heart pounding. âIâm never letting go. Ever.â
Peter grins, holding you tighter. âGood. I wasnât planning to let you go anyway.â
ROOFTOP MIDNIGHT ESCAPES
Peter swings into your room after patrol, his suit half-off, hair wild from the wind. âCâmon. Letâs go somewhere.â
Before you can finish protesting, he sweeps you into his arms like itâs the most natural thing in the world.âPeter!â you yelp, clutching his shoulders as he shoots a web and leaps into the night.âTrust me, Iâve got you,â he murmurs, his grin softening.
The wind whips past, adrenaline rushing through your veins as he swings effortlessly between buildings. When you finally land on a rooftop, he pulls you close, his lips brushing against your ear. âYouâre not scared, are you?ââNot anymore,â you whisper, and his smirk grows as his lips meet yours, slow and steady, grounding you after the thrill.
POST SWING MOMENTS
After a particularly daring swing where Peter narrowly dodges a billboard, he sets you down on a rooftop, his arms still firmly wrapped around your waist.âAre you okay?â he murmurs, his voice low as his thumb brushes your cheek.âIâm fine, Peter. You can let go now.â
He doesnât. His grip tightens, and his voice drops to a husky whisper. âYou have no idea how hard it is to let you go.â
Your breath catches as his lips brush yours softly at first, then with increasing intensity. His hands slide to your lower back, pulling you closer until the world disappears around you.
âSHH, IâLL MAKE IT WORTH IT.â
Peter returns from patrol late at night, finding you half-asleep on the couch. He crouches down, brushing a kiss to your temple.âYou awake?â he whispers.
You mumble something incoherent, only stirring when his lips brush yours again, this time slower, more deliberate.âShh,â he murmurs, pinning your wrists gently above your head. His grin turns playful as he leans closer. âIâll make it worth keeping you awake.â
Your heart races as his kisses deepen, trailing down the side of your neck. âYouâre impossible,â you manage to say, though the way your breath hitches betrays you.
âAnd you love it,â he murmurs, his lips pressing firmly against your pulse, his smirk growing when you shiver under his touch.
SHOWER?
Peter comes home sweaty and grimy after patrol, and you shove him toward the shower. Minutes later, his head pokes out, water dripping over his shoulders as he leans lazily against the doorway.âYou know⊠showers are more efficient with two people,â he says, his grin pure trouble.
You roll your eyes, turning back to your book. âPeter, no.â
He steps closer, letting water drip from his still-damp hair onto your shoulder as he leans down to whisper in your ear, his voice low. âYou sure? I could scrub your back⊠or hold you against the tiles.â
Your cheeks burn, and you push him away half-heartedly, glaring. âPeterââ
He catches your wrist, pulling you to stand, his eyes locked on yours. âWhat?â he murmurs, tilting his head, his smirk teasing but his touch firm. âYouâd look cute all wet.â
âStop!â you squeak, swatting his chest, but heâs already laughing, pressing a kiss to your temple before finally retreating back to the bathroom.âIâll leave the door unlocked, just in case,â he teases before disappearing behind the steam.
DATE
Peter had promised to meet you at the cafĂ© after your shift. Youâd been looking forward to it all dayâjust a simple hour with him, no superheroes, no chaos. But an emergency call from Ned about some escaped tech left you waiting alone, watching the minutes tick by.
When Peter finally arrived, his hair disheveled and guilt written all over his face, you didnât even need to ask.âIâm so sorry,â he blurted out, his voice tinged with desperation. âThere was this thingâNed needed helpâand I couldnât just leave itââ
âItâs fine,â you said sharply, though your tone betrayed your disappointment. âI get it. You have other responsibilities.â
His shoulders slumped. âNo, itâs not fine,â he muttered. âI messed up. And I know itâs not the first time.â
You sighed, softening as you saw the guilt etched across his face. âPeterâŠâ
âIâll make it up to you,â he said, almost pleading. âJust⊠give me a chance.â
Later that night, he showed up at your window with a bouquet of daisies that looked like theyâd survived a tornado and a homemade playlist.âI know itâs not much,â he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. âBut these reminded me of youâbright and sweet. And I put all your favorite songs on here, so⊠I hope it makes up for me being a total idiot.â
You couldnât help but laugh as you took the flowers, pulling him into a tight hug. âYouâre lucky youâre cute,â you muttered.
âLucky you think Iâm cute,â he teased, kissing your temple. âIâll do better next time. Promise.â
TRIVIA NIGHT
Ned had invited you both to trivia night, but no one warned you how competitive Peter could get. It started innocently enough, with Peter rattling off science and history facts like a human encyclopedia. But when the questions shifted to pop culture, his confidence started to falter.
âYouâve never seen Mean Girls?â you asked, incredulous.âUh, no?â he replied, looking genuinely confused.MJ rolled her eyes. âPeter, how do you even function as a person?ââI fight bad guys!â he defended, flustered. âI donât have time for⊠whatever this is!â
As the final round approached, you noticed the way Peterâs brows furrowed, his shoulders tensing like he was about to swing into battle. Leaning over, you cupped his face gently, forcing him to meet your gaze.âPeter,â you said, your voice teasing but warm, âyouâre cute when youâre losing.â
His jaw dropped, and before he could protest, you kissed him in front of everyone.
Ned let out a dramatic gasp. âIn public? With witnesses?!âMJ snorted. âThatâs disgusting. Iâm rooting for you two.â
When you pulled back, Peterâs face was a brilliant shade of red, but the grin he gave you was dazzling.âI donât even care if I lose now,â he whispered, leaning in for another kiss. âThis is so worth it.â
HANDMADE
Peter had been acting strange all weekâfidgety, distracted, and overly secretive. You were starting to wonder if something was wrong when he showed up at your door with a small, carefully wrapped box and a sheepish grin.
âWhatâs this?â you asked, raising an eyebrow as he practically shoved it into your hands.âJust⊠open it,â he said, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
Inside was a sleek black flashlight, surprisingly lightweight, with a small engraved spider emblem on the side. You turned it over in your hands, curious.
âItâs not just a flashlight,â Peter said quickly, scratching the back of his neck. âI, uh, noticed you sometimes leave the light on at night, and I thought⊠maybe this would help.â
Your chest tightened. Heâd picked up on your fear of the dark without you ever telling him outright.
âItâs also kind of⊠Spider-Man-approved,â he added, gesturing nervously. âThereâs a tracker inside, so Iâll always know where you are. And if you press the button three times really fast, it sends an SOS directly to me.â
You stared at him, overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness of it all. âPeterâŠââI just want you to feel safe,â he said softly, his brown eyes earnest. âEven when Iâm not around. Youâre my world, and I want you to have something to remind you that Iâm always here for you.â
Your throat felt tight as you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him. âI donât even know what to say,â you murmured against his shoulder.
ââThank youâ works,â he joked, though his voice was thick with emotion.
Pulling back, you met his gaze and smiled. âThank you, Peter. I love it. And I love you.â
His face lit up, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you close. âI love you too. Always.â
SPILLING
Peter had always admired how hard you worked. While he juggled Spider-Man and school, you balanced late-night shifts, studying at your rundown public school, and still somehow found time to make him feel like the center of your world. But admiration wasnât the only thing he feltâsometimes, he felt inadequate.
On the other hand, you often wondered how you ended up with someone like Peter Parker. He was a literal superhero, acing advanced physics while you struggled with Algebra II. You worked part-time jobs just to help keep the lights on at home, and there were days when you felt like youâd drown under the weight of it all.
That tension finally bubbled over one evening. Peter swung by your place unannounced, but his usual warmth was absent. He dropped onto your couch with a sigh, his shoulders slumping.
âYou okay?â you asked, sitting beside him.
He shook his head, staring at his hands. âHow do you do it?â
You blinked, caught off guard. âDo what?â
âEverything,â he muttered, his voice barely audible. âYou donât have superpowers, or Stark tech, or a fancy school helping you out. And youâre still⊠incredible. Youâre better at life than I am, and Iâve got every advantage.â
The words stungânot because of what he said, but because they mirrored your own insecurities.
âWhat are you trying to say?â you asked, your voice cracking as you braced yourself for what felt inevitable.
Peter hesitated, his jaw working as he tried to find the right words. âYou deserve someone who can keep up with you. And Iâm not sure Iâm enough.â
Your breath hitched, and before you could stop them, tears began streaming down your cheeks. âWait, are you saying this is over?â
âWhat? No!â Peter sat up straight, his hands shooting out to reach for yours. âThatâs not what I meant! Iâm talking about me, not you! Iâm the one whoâs not enough!â
âYou are enough!â The words burst out of you, but the crack in your voice betrayed how deeply his statement had shaken you. âIâm the one whoâs not enough, Peter. Look at you! Youâre saving lives while Iâm just trying to keep the lights on at home.â
Peterâs brows furrowed, guilt flooding his features. âWhat? Noâno, donât say that.â
âBut itâs true,â you whispered, pulling your hands free and wrapping your arms around yourself. âI can barely make it through my shifts without wondering if Iâm going to mess something up. And then I see youâperfect Peter Parker, superhero and geniusâand I just⊠I feel so small.â
For a moment, there was nothing but silence between you. Then Peter moved closer, carefully placing his hands on your shoulders. âYouâre not small,â he said softly, his voice trembling. âYouâre the strongest person I know.â
You let out a bitter laugh, wiping your eyes. âIâm not.â
âYou are,â Peter insisted, gently tilting your chin up so youâd look at him. âYou donât have powers, but you work harder than anyone Iâve ever met. You care about people. You care about me. And IâŠâ He trailed off, his voice breaking. âI donât always feel like I deserve that.â
Your breath caught at the raw vulnerability in his words. âYou donât have to be perfect, Peter. You donât have to save me, or prove anything. I just want you.â
He stared at you, his eyes glistening. âI want you too,â he said, his voice thick with emotion. âAnd Iâm sorry I made you think otherwise. I just⊠I donât always know how to keep up with someone like you.â
âWeâre both trying to keep up,â you said quietly, leaning forward until your foreheads touched. âAnd thatâs okay. Weâll figure it out together.â
Peter nodded, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you into his chest. âYeah,â he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âTogether.â
The two of you sat like that for a long time, the weight of your shared insecurities fading, replaced by something strongerâa quiet, unshakable love.
SERIOUS
Peter comes home lateâbruised, bleeding, and far too casual about it. You snap.âDo you like scaring me to death?ââItâs just a scratch!â he argues, dropping his mask on the couch.âPeter, youâre not invincible. What happens if one day you donât come back?â
He pauses, guilt flickering across his face. âI canât stop being Spider-Man.ââAnd I canât stop worrying about you,â you whisper, your voice breaking.
He looks away, fiddling with his web-shooter. âI donât want to scare you. Iâm sorry.â
MAYBE NOT SO SERIOUS?
Later that night, Peter finds you sitting on the fire escape, staring out at the skyline. He hesitates before sitting beside you.âI hate fighting with you,â he says quietly. âYouâre the only person who makes all of this feel worth it.â
You exhale slowly, leaning into him. âThen donât make me feel like Iâm losing you.âHis arm wraps around you, his voice breaking slightly. âIâll do everything I can to come home to you. Thatâs a promise.â
He presses his forehead to yours, and when his lips brush yours, itâs soft and full of unspoken apologies.
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Across the River | Viktor x Jinxâs Older Sibling
Chapter 4 | Sleepy Studies
Summary: After the explosion and disappearance of Vi, you take your little sister across the river to Piltover. You struggle to keep the two of you afloat but manage to get Jinx to the academy. This is where she procures an internship that changes your lives.
âWhat is your sister like?â Viktor asked during one late night.
âWhy?â
âSimply curious. I was an only child.â
âOkay,â Jinx said slowly, looking Viktor up and down. âWell, theyâre like. . . Geez, I donât know. I mean, when I was little I spent waaay more time with them than with Vâ Weâve always been close. I donât really know how to describe it.â
Viktor noticed her cut off and raised an eyebrow but otherwise didnât question.
He tapped something Jinx wrote twice. She looked down and her lips curled up. She wiggled her pencil in her hand for a moment before she flipped it and erased what sheâd written, replacing it with something else.
âPerhaps phrasing it differently will help? What is it like having siblings?â the question phrased plural on purpose.
Jinx shrugged. âI mean, youâve got someone to look up to, I guess. Someone whoâs your friend and your bully all wrapped up into one present and shoved in your hands but the wrapping paper is kind of wet which is weird because thatâs not how presents are supposed to be, right? Itâs kind of off putting because itâs kind of gross. Then you open it up and look at the box and the box is weird too. Itâs like purple instead of brown. And then when you finally open the box, itâs like all your insecurities are there in the shadows and then you put it in the light and boom! Unconditional love that you definitely donât deserve but itâs hidden because of insults and petty drama.â
A pause.
Viktor blinked once, twice.
Jinx looked him up and down.
âDoes that make sense?â
âNone at all.â
âOh.â
She was quiet for a moment. She looked off into the space before her. Unmoving, slightly unnerving.
She sniffed. She shrugged. She bounced back, leaning into his personal space. âWelp! Thatâs the best I got.â
Viktor shook his head with a bemused slight quirk to his lips. âAlright, so,â he began, pointing at some of the runes.
The rest of the night passed by until it was closer to early morning. Viktor stretched his arms out behind his back. Jinx was standing, leaning her back against the table, bending backwards. Sheâd taken out her pins that held her bun in place and long braids pooled on the table, one even hanging off.
âDo you think that trees cry when theyâre cut down?â Jinx asked. âThat they know theyâre going to die?â
âAnd I will take that as our sign to call it,â Viktor said.
Jinx gave an over exaggerated groan in reply but Viktor could tell by the way she was twirling the end of one of her braids and occasionally hitting her face with it, she was feeling the pull of sleep begin to tug.
She tilted her hips towards the table and moved her leg. In one fluid motion she was upright. Then she almost fell. Quickly she righted herself and shot Viktor a giant smile.
Viktor grabbed his crutch. He situated it beneath his arm and curled his fingers around the handle.
Jinx let her body weight all go to one foot as she kept the door open. The only thing which prevented her from falling was her hold on the doorknob.
When he walked through, she followed him.
âOw! Shit!â she yelled.
Viktorâs head whipped back and her braid had gotten caught between the doors. She jerked the door open and yanked her braid out of the way. It hit his leg and the door closed.
âI see why you keep your hair up,â Viktor said.
Jinx scoffed and rolled her eyes. âI like my braids being down, even when they do get caught on things.â
âMay I ask why that is?â
âBecause, they keep me grounded. Without their weight I feel like my head is floating away from me,â she said.
âThen why donât you wear them down?â he questioned.
âStupid Upper City people,â she muttered under her breath. âThey think itâs âunhygienicâ because they drag on the floor. Yeah, they do and guess what! I clean them every day. They donât even drag on the floor unless Iâm hunched over.â
âI didnât think you the type to let others peopleâs opinions bother you,â Viktor told her.
âI donât! Normally. Itâs just doing all these things and following all these stupid fucking rules is how I got here,â she said with a pointed gesture at the academy floors. âI canât lose that now. Sis worked too hard to get me here.â
Viktor could empathize with the struggle. Being not only from the Undercity but also disabled prevented an entire load of problems up here. Heâd take them though, over the polluted air. At least here he could breathe.
Viktor held the door open for Jinx. He waited until she was a decent bit away before letting the door fall closed.
âLet me haul you a taxi,â Viktor said, worried for the girl in her tired state.
She shrugged but didnât fight him.
They sat in the backseat of the taxi. Jinxâs braids pooled in the floor.
She scooted closer to him. She slowly pushed her hand between his arm and torso until he tentatively let her wrap their arms together. Her head immediately plopped down on his shoulder. He tensed.
âI donât even get to do my building anymore up here,â she said as she nuzzled her face against his shoulder.
âBuilding?â he asked as he forced his body to relax.
âYeah, before we came up here, I used to build all sorts of gadgets. I mean, I still do but I canât do it as often. I canât even find a place to test my bombs and since the Industrialist took over the Undercity, we donât go down there much. Just on special occasions.â
âYou build bombs?â
Jinx laughed a bit. âYeah.â She closed her eyes and sank against him. âSmoke bombsââ internally he sighed in reliefâ âreal bombs, guns.â
âHuh,â was all he could say.
The rest of the ride was relatively silent. That is until Jinx started snoring and some drool seeped through his shirt. He didnât make any attempt to move her though.
The automobile came to a halt. With a quick word to the driver and careful movement, he slipped out. He walked into the apartment building and knocked the door labeled 07.
A couple long moments passed. He raised his hand to knock again as it but it jerked open.
âThe fuck do you want at one in theâ Oh, itâs you. Hi,â you said as you processed who exactly stood in front of you.
Viktor felt his stomach do the smallest twist. Your hair was a mess. Your shorts were hanging off one hip and up too high on the other. A strap of the tank top you wore was twisted.
âJinx is asleep in a taxi. I would bring her in myself but ah,â he gestured with his crutch.
âOh, yeah,â you said as you walked out of the threshold of the apartment. âShe sleeps like the dead.â
You yawned as you walked with him to the taxi.
Jinxâs head was lulled forward. Her chin touched her clavicle but still she snored on.
You crawled a bit into the automobile and put your hands beneath her legs and her back. You pulled her closer to you until you could heave her up in your arms. Her head bobbled and smacked you in the chin. She just groaned and used her hand to push your face away.
âOw,â you said in a monotoned voice. âAnyway, thanks for getting her home.â
âOf course, it was my pleasure. Do you need me to open the door for you?â
âYeah, thatâd be great.â
Inside you put Jinx to bed. You slipped off her shoes, pulled her vest down her arms, undid her belt. You undid the buttons of her shirt and slid on an oversized one before slipping off her button up and pulling off her pants.
She pulled the blanket around her and face planted in her pillow.
âThanks, sis,â she mumbled, half asleep.
âYeah, yeah,â you said.
Still, you moved her face so she wouldnât suffocate on her pillow and brushed her bangs out of her face. You placed a kiss right above her brow.
Then you grabbed your own covers to wrap yourself in and laid back on the couch where youâd been, wondering why you felt all warm inside by the man who kept caring for your sister with you.
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keep talking my love language! bllk boys; isagi , nagi , bachira , sae
(part 1; reo , kaiser , ness , rin)
yoichi isagi âËâč á° : words of affirmation ! and quality time <3
isagi prides himself in being an attentive boyfriend, he makes himself quite easy to love. heâs quite excited when he finds his first partner, somebody who understands him holistically. he showers them with attention and praise because when he loves, he loves fully as he truly believes that theyâll be together eternally. heâs undeniably devoted and wouldnât consider looking at another person just to respect his lover.Â
isagi commonly finds himself insecure in his sport, which eventually consumes him entirely. his teammates or parents didnât understand that as easily as his partner did. otherâs words seemed forced, more obligatory than anything, so once he was fully submerged into the genuine, almost angelic words which fell elegantly off his partnerâs lips, it was something that he couldnât live without from then on. heâd spend hours after games, reflecting on missed scores or inconsistent shots, letting them overwhelm his head until his partnerâs arms snake around his waist, but heâs only fully comforted once they whisper only the most balming words into his ear.
he finds himself suddenly busy once he goes pro, hours stolen by interviews and photoshoots, minutes which he would much prefer to spend with his partner. isagi liked dedicating hours for you, unmoveable forces which not even his manager could touch. he was still a teenager, was his excuse. heâd drag you back to the house he only moved out of a couple of months ago to indulge in silly activities. heâd do anything to offer his partner the normalcy of a teenage relationship that he couldnât provide.
seishiro nagi âËâč á° : equally quality time and physical touch
nagi was so accustomed to being alone that he didnât fully understand the point of being in a relationship with somebody else. the absence of his parents led to his reclusive nature, he preferred it like that, it was comfortable for him. he couldnât comprehend why somebody would try to pursue him so eagerly, but he found his partnerâs presence in his life a welcome change as it alleviated the weight of loneliness he inattentive to.Â
in the beginning, nagi didnât know how to feel when his partner was extremely clingy. the only way heâs ever seen somebody show affection was through small gestures of kindness, or soft-spoken words, not through warm embraces and soft pecks on plump lips. he falls in love with it, wrapping his long arms around his partner for hours at a time, communicating in a language he doesnât fully understand - but pacifies both of their hearts regardless. he likes how itâs flexible, heâll have his partner on his lap while hunched over his computer because theyâll be right next to him, in his eyesight. after heâs had a taste - he wouldnât let them leave.
he was surprised when he started prioritising his partner over hours of sleeping and indulging in mobile games, there was something about their ubiety which was soothing to him. nagi enjoyed resting with them more than anything, staying awake with his head on their chest, listening to their heartbeat and soft breaths. subconsciously, nagi found comfort in the tangible evidence of their affection, it filled the vacuous love-shaped hole in his chest which was left by his parents.
meguru bachira âËâč á° : very serious about quality time and acts of service
bachira was more than overjoyed when he met his partner, years of isolation caught up to him quite quickly and he needed them more than he could imagine. heâs a soft and loyal lover, eagerly soaking up their affection. he was somewhat selfish at times, âhe deserved itâ, is what they thought, indulging in all his little, almost childlike commands because they wouldnât even let him imagine being in that outcasted state again.
he needs their attention more than anything, spending hours lying on the grass while discussing whatever thoughts pass through his head. thereâs nobody that amounts to how precious his partner is to him, time spent with them was almost reverent, and he treated hours as if they were fleeting. bachira was utterly afraid that theyâd leave him as well, clutching onto their waist when they needed to leave until his partner was pressing genuine, tender kisses against pale skin.Â
bachira associates love with the idea of subservience, heâd do anything to keep them in his grasp eternally. call him possessive, but he couldnât care less. heâll collect little trinkets that remind him of his partner every day, secretly slipping each item into their purse when theyâre not looking. bachiraâs hands would be tenderly kneading into their back after a particularly stressful day. he wanted to do everything for them, even after their request for him to take time for himself because he couldnât. the last thing heâd let them do was find a reason to leave.
sae itoshi âËâč á° : words of affirmation and physical touch
sae was scared when he first landed in spain, thrown into a country where he didnât fully understand the culture or language. so his partner was able to remind him of home years later. he finds it easy to love them, a mutual understanding between them so rare it couldnât be seen in any other relationship. sae would act dismissive, but only his partner could decipher that it was only a front for the young, teenage boy he still innately was.
he never felt adequate, and altering his dreams solely for that reason took a larger toll on him than heâd care to admit. the only thing that alleviated the discomfort engraved into his chest was the soft words uttered from his partnerâs lips. he craved it. maybe it was the lack of attention he received in spain compared to japan, the sudden deficit of genuine, familial love gnawed at his chest, so their affectionate and tender syllables only nursed the vulnerability he kept hidden.
saeâs not the best at using his words, they always come off more cold and inconsiderate than he meant, so he prefers not to use them. heâs soft, but only for his partner, eagerly searching for their warmth on every occasion possible, he enjoys pressing thin lips against the nape of their neck while they rest together. itâs the only way he could find himself conveying his affection in a manner where it felt truly reminiscent of how he felt.
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drew and actress!reader argue about their next steps
masterlist | actress!reader masterlist
this is a combination of a few asks and takes place pre-OBX season 3. warning for some angst + arguing
Y/n ended her call with her manager Morgan with a sigh. It was a conversation she had been dreading, but she also knew was inevitable with the direction her career (and character on OBX) was moving. She had been dropping hints to Drew that her contract with OBX was ending, that she wanted to move onto some different projects, Carolineâs character arc was coming to a closeâŠ
âHey, baby.â Drew smiled as y/n walked into their living room. He was sprawled out on the couch, his limbs propped on the ottoman and Charleston curled up at his side. Y/n smiled lightly at him, the grin not quite reaching her eyes in a way that made Drewâs brain sound off with bells and whistles.
âUm, I just got off the phone with Morgan,â y/n said quietly, Drew leaning in intently as she spoke, âand I donât think Iâm going to be renewing my contract for OBX.â
Drewâs face dropped, his eyes blinking rapidly as he stared at her in a stunned silence.
âWâwhat?â Drew said incredulously. Y/n sighed, running a shaking hand through her hair. Whether or not either of them cared to admit it, Outer Banks and shooting together was a big aspect of their relationship. Hell, it was how they met and how they spent months of the year practically inseparable on set.
âIâ I justâŠâ y/n swallowed harshly, âI want to try new things and I donât want to feel tied down toââ
ââTied downâ? Is that really how you feel?â Drew scoffed, shaking his head at her words.
âDrew, you know I donât mean it like that.â Y/n sighed, her hand resting on Drewâs tensed shoulder.
âWhat do you mean, then?â Drew said. ââCause Iâm trying to understand and it just sounds like you think the showâs a burden andââ
âI didnât say that.â Y/n said sharply. âI love the show and working with the castâ and working with youâ but I just⊠itâs time for me to move on.â
âBut Iâm still stuck on thisâ what, this shitty, teenaged Netflix show? I canât move on?â Drew shook his head. It was hard to not take it so personally when the show had given them so much, and for her to just leave like that⊠it hurt.
âThis has nothing to do with how I think of you or your acting or career. You know youâre⊠a lot more important to the show than I am and you have a much more challenging role andââ y/n ran hand down her face with a sigh, ââthis is 100% only to do with me and my career and my future.â
âBut what about our future?â Drew said. âI just⊠donât you think this is going to change things between us?â
âBut it doesnât have to. It doesnât have to change anything.â Y/n said, taking Drewâs hand. His eyes closed, Drew ran his hand through his hair with a deep sigh.
âThis is⊠this is really what you want?â Drew whispered, his thumb brushing along the back of y/nâs hand lightly.
âI think itâs the right step.â Y/n said quietly. Drew chewed on his bottom lip, mulling over his racing thoughts and questions before his gaze finally lifted to meet y/nâs. She could see a glint of sadness in his eyes, a recognition that the unique bond of the show would be changing.
âI donât want you to think I didnât think about us when I was making this decision.â Y/n whispered, squeezing Drewâs hand lightly. Drew nodded, squeezing her hand back.
âIf this is what you think is best, then I support you.â Drew said. Y/n let out a sigh of relief, cupping the side of Drewâs face as she pressed a kiss to his cheek.
âIâm sorry if I made you feel forgotten orââ Y/n began, but Drew cut her off, kissing her forehead chastely.
âIâm sorry for freaking out, it's just⊠I canât imagine the show without you and it just scared me to think about it.â Drew said lowly. Y/n frowned, to which Drew shook his head, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against his chest. Her arms snaked around his torso, feeling the ridges of his muscles under her fingertips and hearing the thrum of his heart in her ear.
âWeâll figure it out, ok? I love you and weâll figure it out.â Drew said simply. Y/n, squeeze him tighter.
âI love you. Thank you for supporting me, Drew. Really.â Y/n whispered.
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I Just Wanna See You Shine (r.c.)
contains: smut (18+), swearing.
rafe cameron x overachiever!reader
summary: everyone counted on you to be the valedictorian, the go-to for tough subjects and the one who never got in trouble. one day, rafe cameron had came up to you for some tutoring but it turns out he was just paying for the pleasure of your company.
i just wanna see you shine âcause i know you are a stargirl.
if everybody was betting on valedictorian, everybody would be betting on you. you were the one person who had it all figured out; high grades, perfect attendance, a reputation for never stepping out of line.
no drama. no distractions. no boyfriend. you were the only person who actually cared about deadlines, assignments and getting into a good college even as a rich kid.
at kildare academy, no one really cared about what you did or didnât do. everyone was rich, privileged, and used to getting what they wanted.
graduation wasnât a huge deal; chances for success were handed to you with a silver spoon. the kooks had money, connections, and opportunities waiting for them at every turn. even if they flunked a test, theyâd still get into the best colleges, all thanks to their familiesâ influence and wealth.
people didnât expect much from your personal life, if anything, they just assumed you didnât have one, too busy studying to bother with parties or boys. and even if you did, rafe cameron would be the last name anyone would think of.
he was everything you werenât; wild, reckless, the kind of guy who didnât care about grades or the future. he drove fast cars, lived life with no sense of direction. and you? you were the complete opposite.
right now, youâd find yourself breaking a rule you swore youâd never cross, all because of that stupid boy.
you knew he was up to no good the minute he slipped those silver glasses off of your face.
this was the tenth-ish guttural moan rafe had let out. his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he feels your walls squeezing around him. rafe was completely lost to the need, the primal desire for you. the one thing missing from his great list of achievements. his body strained with the effort to resist the urge to take you, to make you his.
rafe was completely at your mercy, completely undone, his body twitching with need as you moved your hips against him. his eyes were locked onto yours, his stare desperate and pleading, his voice a ragged whisper as he moaned your name over and over again, each repetition edged with a hint of desperation, as if he couldnât stand to be without you for even a moment.
âwhy are you so fucking good at this?â he breathed out, a little surprised, but also impressed. his mouth hanging open with every movement.
âone terrible experience,â you replied matter-of-factly. âi didnât bother with anyone else. i donât waste time. iâm a fast learner, though. especially when it comes to⊠watching. visual things tend to stick.â
you never wouldâve imagined that rafe cameron, the kook prince, the guy who practically owned kildare island, would be wrapped around your little finger. but somehow, he was.
his mouth watered as you leaned over him, your boobs hovering so close to his mouth. his hands clenching around the bedsheets, his body rigid as he waits for you to say something.
rafe swallowed hard, his breath coming in quick gasps, his entire body tense and straining with the effort to hold back. the effort to stop himself from rolling you both over and to stop himself from fucking you so dirty, but in this moment, rafe was completely under your control, and he knows it. he can't help but want you.
âyou can touch me.â you held onto his shoulder for some sense of control as you continued rolling your hips. rafe let out a low, guttural moan as you gave him permission, his eyes closing briefly as he waited for you to descend closer. then he leaned upwards, taking your breast in his mouth, his tongue swirling around your nipple as he suckles you, his hands moving to your hips, holding you in place.
rafeâs hips bucked up into you as he slid himself deeper, his voice a low, ragged moan. âyou feel so good..â he gasps. âfeel so damn goodâŠi canât get enough of youâŠfuckâŠâ
âyeah?â your thumb moved to rub over his bottom lip. âcanât get enough of me?â
rafeâs hands grabbed at your hips, his touch nearly painful.
âweâre gonna do this again, and again, and again, darlinâ,â he muttered, his voice low and rough as he thrusted up into you. âallâ slap. ânight.â slap. âlong.â slap.
you pulled on your clothes, moving quietly as rafe laid there, worn out and more exhausted than youâd ever seen him. but that smile tugging at the creases of his lipsâhis smirk that you knew so well was still there. his voice broke the silence, his tone lazy, but with that familiar edge of smugness. âlooks like i got something, or someone, to add to my collection,â he said, the words carrying a challenge, as though he was satisfied by the moment but still trying to hold some control.
as you reached for your shoes, he propped himself up on one elbow, his voice thick with that cocky tone as he started running his mouth again. âwell, well, look at you. the overachiever, the one everybody thought was untouchable, sucked right into my world.â rafe let out a low chuckle and his eyes locked onto yours. "guess it fits the narrative. you were the only thing missing from the story.â
you stood up, slipping on your shoes but you couldn't help the grin that tugged at your lips even if his words punched your ego so badly.
moving closer, you leaned down slightly, lowering your voice to a seductive whisper. "if you tell anyone," you said, your words deliberate, "iâll have to tell them about how you were so willing to submit and how you were shaking and almost crying under my control.â
without giving him a chance to say anything back, you pressed a quick kiss to his lips, a short one but it left a spark behind. you walked confidently to the door, not glancing back until you reached the threshold.
âsee you around, kook prince,â you tossed your bag over your shoulder. rafe shifted, a devilish smirk lighting up his face, and replied with that trademark cockiness, âsee you around, princess.â
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á° open arms !
âł sam winchester x reader
it wasnât that you didnât feel things - you did. you just had years of practice keeping everything under control. life as a hunter didnât exactly leave much room for emotional outbursts. when monsters were tearing through towns and lives were on the line, feelings had to take a back seat. the job came first, always.
sam had noticed it about you from the moment you joined him and dean. you were quiet, methodical, and calm in a way that bordered on eerie. even when you got hurt - a gash on your arm, a dislocated shoulder, or a nasty bruise - your reaction was always the same: a small wince followed by a flat, almost dismissive ouch before you patched yourself up and moved on. it wasnât that you were unfriendly, just⊠hard to read. sam wasnât used to people who didnât wear their emotions on their sleeve, especially after spending his whole life with dean.
but that didnât stop him from caring about you. in fact, it made him care more. he wanted to understand you, to know what went on behind your exterior. he could tell there was more to you, even if you didnât let it show.
this week, though, sam could see the cracks starting to form. it had been a string of bad hunts, one after another, with barely enough time to breathe in between. youâd been thrown into a wall during the first one, narrowly avoiding a worse injury. then there was the nest of vamps that almost got the drop on you before sam stepped in. the worst, though, had been the spirit - a vengeful one that got under your skin in ways none of the others had. it had dragged up something personal, something you hadnât shared with anyone. sam didnât know what it was, but heâd seen the haunted look in your eyes when it taunted you, and it hadnât gone away since.
âyou okay?â sam asked for what felt like the tenth time that week. he was standing in the doorway to your room in the bunker, watching as you packed up your gear for the next hunt.
âiâm fine,â you said, your tone as flat as ever.
sam frowned. he leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. âyou sure? youâve been kind of quiet lately. more than usual, i mean.â
you paused for a fraction of a second before zipping your duffel shut. âi said iâm fine, sam.â
he didnât push, but he didnât leave, either. âall right,â he said finally, his voice soft. âbut if you ever want to talk⊠you know iâm here, right?â
you didnât answer, just slung your bag over your shoulder and walked past him.
it all came to a head three days later. the hunt had gone sideways, as they so often did. the werewolf youâd been tracking turned out to have a partner, and things had gotten messy. dean had taken a nasty hit to the ribs, and youâd ended up pinned under the second werewolf before sam managed to kill it. by the time you made it back to the bunker, everyone was bruised, battered, and dead on their feet.
sam was the first to notice something was wrong. while dean grumbled his way to the kitchen for a beer, you stood frozen in the middle of the war room, your hands clenched into fists at your sides. samâs brow furrowed as he stepped closer, his voice gentle.
âhey. you okay?â
that was all it took. the question, so simple and so sincere, broke something inside you. your shoulders sagged, and before you could stop them, tears started streaming down your face. you turned away, trying to hide it, but sam was already there, his hand resting lightly on your arm.
ây/n,â he said softly, his voice filled with concern. âwhatâs wrong?â
âiâm fine,â you said automatically, but the words cracked and faltered as more tears fell. you shook your head, biting your lip to try and keep yourself together, but it was no use.
sam didnât say anything, just guided you to the couch and sat you down. he crouched in front of you, his hands resting gently on your knees as he looked up at you, his hazel eyes warm and steady.
âitâs okay,â he said quietly. âwhatever it is, itâs okay. you donât have to hold it all in.â
that was when it all came spilling out. the frustration, the exhaustion, the guilt - everything youâd been bottling up for weeks, maybe months. you told him about how the hunts were starting to weigh on you, how you felt like you were always one step away from failing, from losing someone you cared about. you told him about the spirit and the things it had said, how it had dredged up memories youâd spent years trying to bury.
sam listened to it all without interrupting, his expression soft and understanding. when you finally ran out of words, he reached up and gently wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb.
âyouâve been carrying all of that by yourself?â he asked, his voice filled with quiet disbelief.
you shrugged, looking down at your hands. âitâs my job. itâs what we do.â
âyou donât have to do it alone,â sam said firmly. âyouâve got me. youâve got dean. weâre a team, y/n. you donât have to keep everything bottled up.â
his words hit you harder than you expected, and fresh tears welled up in your eyes. before you could stop yourself, you reached out, gripping the front of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. sam didnât hesitate. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight, comforting hug. his chin rested lightly on top of your head, and he murmured soothing words into your hair.
âyouâre not alone, sweetheart,â he said again, his voice steady and reassuring. âiâve got you.â
for the first time in a long time, you let yourself believe it. you let yourself sink into samâs embrace, his warmth and strength a balm to your frayed nerves. his hands moved in slow, comforting patterns across your back, and you felt the tension in your body start to ease, bit by bit.
âthanks, sam,â you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest.
âanytime,â he replied, holding you a little tighter. âi mean it, y/n. anytime you need me, iâll be here.â
and for the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself believe that, too.
á° sam winchester : @person-005, @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing
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the forgotten girl (8)
posted this originally on my old account. will be posting twice weekly :)
I tried to move on after the game. I stayed with Keira for a few days, letting her fuss over me because I knew it would make her feel better. I asked Jona to keep me as a bench player, just for a few extra games and he agreed. The team was treating me differently, they were trying to not make it obvious but it was. Anytime I paired up with someone they would make a silly mistake that they wouldnât normally do, Cata and Sandra would let shots in that they couldâve easily stopped. There was only one person who wouldnât go easy on me, Alexia.
I was fed up with it, after walking into the locker with Ale, laughing about something stupid Alba said, I noticed everyone stopping what they were doing and looking at us. Shock and confusion on their faces, over the period of months they had known me, I didnât laugh much, not outwardly happy, so this was new for them.
âCan you all please stop acting like Iâm made of glass? I see it. I see what youâre doing and while I appreciate the concern, I need you all to stop.â
âMilly-â Keira started
âNo Keira. I get it okay, I went MIA for three years and came back different, I get it, but I need you all to treat me like Iâm normal, not some broken person who will break if you say the wrong thing.â
A murmur of sorrys went through the room, I missed the way Alexia looked at me, eyes full of admiration and love, but Mapi didnât miss it. The weeks that followed were good, we won against Athleti Madrid, Villareal and UDG Tenerife, our next upcoming game was against Real Madrid, the El Classico. I was incredibly excited.
The Friday before El Classico, Jona pulled me into his office.
âHi Amelia, how are you feeling?â He was calm, almost too calm.
âIâm good. Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?â panic was arising within me. Was everything about to end before it truly started?
âOh no! On the contrary. I want you to start tomorrow if you are feeling ok with that? I donât want to push you into something that you arenât ready to do.â
âYes, god yes! Thank you Jona!â
Exiting his office I felt giddy, like a kid on Christmas eve. This was my Christmas eve, I couldnât contain my excitement when I went into the locker room, it was mainly empty expect for Pina and Kei.
âIâM STARTING TOMORROW BITCHES!â I screamed, scaring the two girls.
âOh my god! Milly! I am so so proud of you! Come here!â Kei pulled me into a bone crushing hug, Claudia jumping on the both of us shortly after. Unbeknownst to you, Alexia was in the bathroom, hearing everything that was spoken about. She was so incredibly proud, she wanted to come out and congratulate you herself but felt it was better to hide and let you have your moment.
Real Madrid and Barcelona were huge rivals. This game was the game of all games. Id watched it numerous times, either on the TV when I was in my hermit era or live with Eli and Alba, even dragging Emily over a couple of times. To be able to play in it, it was indescribable. Â
No one in the locker room seemed nervous, well no one expect me. Jona came in and gave his last speech, followed by Alexia and Irene. Slowly the subs lefts, then the starting 11. Even in the tunnel it was loud, almost overwhelming loud, I couldnât hear my heartbeat, or what the girls were saying around me. It was all very overwhelming. Alexia noticed, pulling me to the side, her hands cradling my face.
âyouâre okay mil. You deserve to be here. Youâre the best, show them that.â After kissing my forehead, she was back at the start of the line. She was right, as always, I was okay, and I deserved to be there.
The start of the game was a little shaky, having to adjust quickly to cancelling the noise of the crowd out to be able to hear my teammates and the refs whistle. The first goal came easily, a break in the defence meant I was able to run through after receiving a perfect ball from Alexia. Misa didnât stand a chance, 1-0. Scoring in front of 90,000 people is something Iâll never get used to.
Goal after goal was scored, by half time it was 5-0. Alexia with two goals and 2 assists, me with 2 goals and 1 assist, Caro scoring the other goal. I felt bad for Misa, she was a great person and a great goalie, her team was just shit. She wouldnât leave though, sheâs too loyal, much like alexia in that respect.
By the end of the game it was 9-0, alexia and myself with a hattrick, Caro with 2 and Vicky with 1. Misa was crying by the end of it, by passing everyone else I went to her. Engulfing her in a hug, I let her cry. Her frustrations were justified, and she deserved to let them out. After a while, she pulled back.
âI am so glad youre back, but im even more glad it took so long to have to play you.â I laughed, I always tried to visit Misa when I could, even making Alexia come with me, not that she hated it.
âI missed you too Misa.â
âyou coming out tonight? Please say yes. You owe me a drink or three!â
âFine you convinced me! Iâll see you later Mâ I trottered off to say good game to the rest of Real. As I was finishing up with Hayley Raso, a body jumped on my back, and then another one. Claud and Patri were yelling out âMVPâ and sent us tumbling to the ground. All three of us laughing as each other.
During our usual walk around to thank the fans, Alexia dragged me towards her mum and sister.Â
âMija! There you are. My god Iâm so proud of you!â Eli pulled me into a bone crushing hug, leaving kisses all over my cheeks. Alba quickly joined in. Alexia had walked off to say hi to Olga and some other friends.Â
ââYouâre coming out right? Please say you are.â Alba asked.Â
âAlba-â
âI am yes.â She squealed, pulling me into another hug.Â
âYou donât have to come if you donât want to mil. Itâs not a problem.â Alexia didnât want to push. It had been a big afternoon already and she wouldâve completely understood if I didnât want too.Â
âNo itâs fine. I promise. I want to go.â Quickly reassuring the captain that it truly wasnât a problem. There was a look in her eye, something I couldnât place. It wasnât happiness, or sadness, maybe guilt?Â
Quickly hugging Olga and Vir, before being pulled back away by Alba, she wanted to talk about outfits for tonight, she had decided to come to my house and get ready, to make sure I didnât ârun awayâ, that comment got her a slap on the head from Ale and Eli.Â
After slowly making it back to the locker room, the cheers could be heard from the tunnel. Everyone was singing and dancing, some wet from their shower or still in their kits. Deciding to ignore the partying for the mean time and opting for a shower in peace was the smartest decision Iâd made. After I was finished I quietly and carefully slipped out of the locker room, wanting to go home and relax for an hour before Alba turned up.Â
unintentionally, I fell asleep on the couch as soon as I got home, waking up to multiple loud knocks on the door. Alba was standing there, looking panicked.Â
âJesus Christ I thought you were fucking dead.â She lets out an annoyed sighÂ
âSorry I fell asleep.âÂ
âYouâre not bailing. I donât care if I have to drag you out.âÂ
âRelax. Iâm still coming.âÂ
after 2 hours, many shots, and 3 extra bodies, we were all ready to go. The Uber to the club was fairly quick, Lucy and Misa were arguing over something stupid, Keira and Ona laughing at them and Alba holding my hand. The club was loud and full when we got there. Everyone holding hands to make it to the booth where the rest of the team were sitting.Â
âWow you finally showed up!â Mapi yelled, getting everyoneâs attention. Alba came back shortly after with Misa, both carrying trays of shots.Â
after lots of drinks, most of us were drunk. Half the group staying in the booth and half of us on the dance floor. Dancing in the middle of Alba and Misa, grinding on both in a purely platonic way, I felt eyes burning into my skull. Manoeuvring to see who it was, was quite the challenge, but it did. Confusion struck me. Anger, frustration, jealousy, rippled her face. With a huff, she got up and walked away.Â
Why was Alexia so mad at me? What did I do?Â
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Viktor loves the Undercity...in theory. Viktor loves humanity, in theory. Viktor is a pacifist in theory. But when you look at how Viktor actually interacts with the world around him, he displays a level of detachment & general disregard that runs counter to those ideals. Viktor is a character whose principles are out of sync with his actual feelings & natural inclinations. And that's something I love about him! I find it fascinating, & very human.
Viktor does genuinely want to help the Undercity, but his idea of what that "help" can look like is abstract at best; Viktor has, as far as we can tell, no lasting ties to Zaun. By the start of Arcane, he doesn't seem to know anyone who currently lives in the Undercity besides Singed, who originated in Piltover. There's no real evidence that he returned to the Undercity even once in the years between becoming an Academy student & visiting Singed in Season 1 (although to be absolutely fair, there's no evidence that he didn't return to the Undercity, either. We know so little about most of Viktor's life that we can't really make that call one way or the other.) He wants to help, he really doesâbut when given the tools to help, he & Jayce made a lazer gun & mechanized hulk hands. Viktor has a very real love for humanity & need to see the world a better place. But prior to Sky's death, the literal only person who Viktor seemed to really & truly care about on a personal level is Jayce. Not out of any misanthropy or hatred, but again, out of a baseline level of detachment & distance that probably warped Viktor's idea of what "better lives" would look like.
Now, to be fair, this didn't come out of nowhere. Like many things in Viktor's life, his detachment from the people & place(s) he cares about is a positive feedback loop. Viktor is othered & isolated as a child in Zaun due to his disability, so as an adult he has no lasting personal connections to Zaun, & therefore continues to be isolated from the people of Zaun. Viktor is doubly isolated in Piltover due to both his disability & social class/ethnicity, so he builds no lasting connections with anyone prior to meeting Jayce; he feels that he is incapable of building lasting connections with anyone other than Jayce (I'm assuming, the show is never actually up front about this tbh), & continues to be isolated from anyone other than Jayce. Viktor had no social power as either a child in Zaun or as a student in Piltover, so he internalizes the idea that he has no social power & continues to move as if he doesn't even when he accrues some status & social capital, & therefore doesn't make any moves that would require social power. That is, until he acquires physical power in Season 2 after being fused with the Hexcore. (Again, for the sake of fairness: it isn't a lie to say that whatever power he might've had as Heimerdinger's assistant or a co-creator & co-owner of Hextech was extremely limited by, again, his disability & his class/ethnicity. Social capital only works if people are either willing to listen to you or if you can force them to listen to you. Based on how even people he's personally acquainted with like Heimerdinger or Mel never really listened to him, it's not a stretch to assume that most people in Piltover wouldn't listen either no matter how much sway he should technically have.)
And this is a tangent I know, but this attitude absolutely extends into his relationship with Jayce. We the audience know that Viktor has an increase amount of sway over Jayce's thoughts, feelings & actions. But Viktor doesn't realize that, so he never really exercises it until it's too late. And then as the mage, Viktor is basically running the same trolley problem simulation over & over & over again (letting Jayce & Ximena die in the snow but automatically saving that world from the scourge of Hextech vs saving Jayce & Ximena but setting yet another world on fire.) And he chooses more personal, more selfish option every single time, because ultimately Viktor loves Jayce & the less-than-a-decade they spent together a bit more than he wants to stop himself from ending the world.
Viktor's altruistic ideals are real & genuine on his part. But Viktor is also a bit more selfish than he wants to be, than he thinks he is.
I think the fact that Viktor and Sky were never close says a lot about Viktor. Before I get started this isn't about any potential romantic relationship that could have happened between Sky and Viktor. It's just fascinating that he and Sky were as far the audience knew, the only Zaunites to work in this hyperelite space in Piltover... and they didn't get to know each other. No moments of peer to peer solidarity? No small talk to mention family or trade stories from the weekend? Sky worked for him and didn't know where to discard her ashes despite coming from the same place and likely having her address on file.
If we have to put Sky and Viktor's relationship in context of the greater story of Arcane, it represents Viktor's relationship with Zaun and its populace, which is both nonexistent and largely theoretical. Viktor has a deep well of empathy, but uses it ineffectively, even when he is in a position to help... he invents mining tools (not even an air purifier for a place like that). He gets it, but somehow he doesn't get it.
Viktor's most significant on screen relationships are with other Piltovans like Jayce, Singed, and even Heimerdinger. Despite the prejudice he faces in Piltover, Viktor has the most legitimate political influence out of the entire Zaunite cast. The way Viktor was Heimerdinger's assistant is not the same way Sky was his assistant. Heimerdinger was Head of the Council and President of the Academy and Viktor was tasked with carrying out his assignments with limited authority, technically that makes him a high ranking government aide. Could Sky or Ekko or Silco (without blackmail) talk to the Sheriff the way Viktor could? Viktor's even best friends with a Councilor (Jayce) after the timeskip, and he does NOTHING with that to lobby for Zaun.
By the end Viktor's very ridiculous and overly complicated plan gets even more Zaunites killed, including Sky a second time. He solved nothing, killed hundreds, and apologized to no one, including Sky's family. Maybe the Academy was a mistake all along.
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all the old tptm girl journal entries w the new (if anyone wants to see them again and compare them)
please proceed with caution as many of these could be upsetting to read
disposable girl (jordyn)
(old)
i cant fucking stand this. i try so goddamn hard to make friends, to be attractive to people, to be even somewhat appealing to them etc etc. it never works. i thought it would get better the older i get. thats what i was told. guess what! i was fucking lied to!!! im alwasy left out of EVERYTHING i never get invited to shit and my own friends ignore me all the time. everyone looks at me weird. i cant go in public anymore im so fucking terrified of everyone. nobody fuckinf wants me, man. im so close to doing something stupid i feel so gross and ugly and dumb i should actually just die id be doing everyone a favor LOL
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man, i havent been on here in forever. the internet is kind of dumb. what is there to say? my friend group celebrated our outpatient graduation anniversary the other day, that was pretty nice. weâre all trying to figure out housing stuff, noraâs been helping with that. freyja + mayra + kairi found a place already (how are they so responsible??) and the rest of us are trying to find places near them so we can visit more often. i never expected to have such a big group of friends. if you told me 2 years ago that iâd be living like this, i wouldnât believe you. itâs still surreal to me. iâm not sure what i did to deserve them. same goes for my girlfriends. i donât wanna say who just yet, weâre still figuring things out, but iâm just so thankful for them. i feel so lucky to have a second chance at life. i really didnât believe people when they said it would get better, and then it did. how funnyâŠ..
irreverent girl (kairi)
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I do not want God to see me anymore. I do not want anymore eyes on me. This is near unbearable. I have no one to turn to. My mother is in the church. Many of my friends are in the church. They would tell me to find hope through Christ. They would tell me to pray to Him. They would tell me that He will save me. He must not remember He made me, and if He does, He simply does not care. I know this is unbecoming of me, and I don't mean to be dramatic. I am simply depressed, nervous, and I cannot tell what's real and what isn't anymore. I know I'm supposed to hear God speaking to me, but I do not, and I am tired of straining my ears. I just want to see a doctor. I want some kind of tangible solution. I do not want to pray anymore. Praying hurts. I only do it when I am afraid, but I am afraid much of the time. I don't want to be unheard anymore. I do not want to hold out hope for someone who does not act like they're there. I am hurting. I am hurting. I am hurting. Belief is hurting me. The idea of God is hurting me. I need an out. I am hurting.
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When I have a job and money and I can move away from my shitty Mormon parents
splitter girl (tahira)
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theres something so broken in me thats beyond saving. so i dont know why i keep trying to be saved. i meant to kill myself when i was 18. i didnt. all ive wanted to do lately is kill someone or something. i havent. im too much of a pussy to plan anything concrete, no matter how much i hate everyone around me. no matter how much i get off to videos of people dying or how much i love cutting myself i cant actually take action against other people. i am fucking purposeless. i was born from evil and i will always be evil and i cant even live up to that. i hate myself i hate myself i HATE myself and the universe hates me too. i dont know what to fucking do at this point. i talked to one of my friends about wantingto die and they said smthn about hospitalizing myself. maybe. i dunno. i dont know what else there is for me/. my eyes are fucking burning from lookign at my computer for so long adn not getting any goddamn sleep. i am not a good person. i dont think i can be helped but i just dont wanna fucking keep goign to school and being around people and pretending like everything is norma;l. i cant keep doing it. what the fuck is wrong with me whagt happened. why cant i be loved or feel love for other people when did something change in me that switched the aggression and affection parts of my brain. im hyperventilating ill be back. maybe
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getting myself onigiri from this one good boba place 2nite bc im 8 months cleanâŠâŠ its the little things~ ^^
fainéant girl (freyja)
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i know i dont hate being disabled... i just hate being disabled in a society that makes existing difficult... but sometimes i really just dont want to be disabled anymore. i dont want my family to lecture me about how i could be helping out more, or how i should get a job. i dont want teachers to keep asking me whats wrong or the fuckin uni counselor to try to get me hospitalized. i dont want to be in so much pain anymore, to feel so exhausted that i cant even do so much as prepare food for myself, let alone do anything meaningful or fulfilling. its not fair. i shouldnt have to stay inside and sit in the dark all day,. i should be able to have friends. to talk to people and to go out with them and to feel like i am alive. its lonely and traumatic to suffer through this and on top of that no one around me understands, and they never fully will. i am tired of trying to justify my existence to everyone, to explain the pain that i am in and why i shouldnt have to experience it. i know the problem isnt me. i know i live in a world that isnt built for me. but if the world cant change then sometimes i truly feel that i should just stop living in it. my lifespan is already shorter than everyone else's anyways. what difference does it make
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my qpps didnt seem to appreciate me playing Alien Kids Alien Rap for them. Do they even love me
caliber girl (nora)
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ćïœIt is 3 AM and I should go to sleep but I canât. I have a work zoom meeting early in the morning and I gotta hit the gym also because I havenât done leg day in like⊠weeks. Oh well, it doesnât even matter. My value is depleting but I donât think I care anymore. The turnaround date for my code is also in a couple of days and I havenât made any progress. I keep getting the same error and Iâm too tired to figure out whatâs wrong. I might get fired at this rate LOL(çŹ). If that happens, I think Iâll just consider ending it all. Not that anybody will miss me. God I sound so weak and pathetic right now. When did it get like this. How did it get like this. Iâm sure Iâll be fine. Iâve been through worse before and this is nothing. Ugh, why is it so hard to breathe? My chest hurts and I feel like something is wrong but I donât know how to make it go away. Should I call someone about this? No. No one is awake or around to help. Iâll be fine. Iâll just sleep it off. Shake it off⊠shake it offâŠ
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My Tamagotchi beeped during a meeting fml
chocolate box girl (morgan)
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i thought i was doing better but i cant stop thinking about them. their touch, their interests, their smile, everything. the worst part is that i miss them, after all of what they've done to me. i was 13. i dont even feel justified calling it rape since our relationship was so muddy... they never yelled at me or was angry at me, they just got so sad when i tried to speak my mind, and got all my friends to hate me when we finally broke up. i never said no so i feel like im insulting actual survivors by feeling violated. i wasnt even trying to get into a relationship with them, it just happened... i feel like everyone around me wants me in the same way they did, even though im an adult now and i dont even try to make myself appealing. i wish i could trust people not to take advantage of me, and i feel disgusting and selfish for feeling like everyone has ulterior motives of getting me to fall in love with them, or worse. that's so self centered of me. i dont know how long i can keep doing this
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girl help i cant stop looking at anime figures on japan yahoo auctions !!!!!
taxidermy girl (mayra)
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I don't remember ever not having a sex drive, is that normal ? I was born and then it was all downhill from there, something happened to me sexually i think, I don't know what happened, because I don't remember much, but something happened and I was beaten for it and yelled at and my mother hated me, and now I am an adult and I try to have sex, and I'm not there mentally, even if my body is participating, I feel like I am in the past again, being beaten and yelled at . I want to keep trying, I want to have fun, to feel safe in someone else's arms, to reach the heights of pleasure, but my mind scares me so much, I haven't been able to eat anything today because I feel so horrified by my body . If I was good I would have been born as a nonsexual being, no parts, no desires, no instincts, a blank slate, too empty to be enjoyed . Do you know what it feels like, to have your mother tell you people want to sexually abuse you when you are a child, and then to be made fun of by your peers for being so ugly, to have your middle school and high school classmates joke about how much they don't want to have sex with you ? I am illicit and undesirable at the same time, I am everyone's last option, I am nothing and still too much, rotting deer meat on the side of the road . I wish I had been born as something beautiful and pure, I wish I could start over, that whatever that initial sin was had never been committed .. I want to start over
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Went to a kink event the other night and everyone was so nice ⊠The low lights were fucking with my vision so one of the hosts helped me navigate the place . I â€ïž you random disabled ally with a pup mask on
chemical girl (joy)
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LMAOOOOO im too angry and miserable to be around. i think i just need to give up at this point because theres clearly like. something broken inside me that cant be fixed. that has 2 be it because i try to talk and i just sound cold, i try to make a joke and it comes out overly edgy and unfunny, i try to be like everyone else but its too much. i cant even be a collection of the positive traits i see in others, i try to replicate it and it comes out warped and wrong. im either fucking enraged or in abject misery or way too happy and nobody can keep up with me. the thing is i dont even blame them. i wouldnt want to be around me either. do u know what thats like? being someone you wouldnt want to know? i keep hoping that one day ill wake up and suddenly be normal, the mood swings will be gone and everyone will like me and i wont do stupid shit that pisses them off. but i know that day isnt coming. theres no hope for me and i want to say sorry to everyone who has ever had the misfortune of knowing me but i know it wouldnt do anything. theres nothing i could ever do to make myself right
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i need to convince my gf to take me to Round One again soon
refraction girl (nataana)
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i don't want to do this anymore. i'm going somewhere better
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talked with my psych and iâll be starting TMS soon, itâs some thing where they put magnets to ur brain and itâs supposed to treat depression.. trying to temper my expectations bc iâve tried so many treatments that just do nothing for me, but iâd be lying if i said my hopes werenât riding on this. i want to confidently say iâm glad to be alive. i feel like iâm getting closer to that
nurse parallel/machine girl (xiomara)
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I am so excited... Tomorrow my experimental outpatient treatment plan begins!!! I'm beyond delighted. I have complicated feelings about my DID being in remission, but it's nice to feel stable enough to be in charge of something this big, and to not have terrible gaps in my memory anymore. I still don't remember everything that happened to me, but maybe I don't need to. At this stage of my life, I feel content. I can confidently say everything was worth it. I want to help others feel that way, too. I think I can.
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Iâm meeting up with a new friend tomorrow⊠I feel nervous, but itâs a good nervousness, I think!
#the post traumatic manifesto#tptm#refraction girl#weevildoing#splitter girl#nurse parallel#chocolate box girl#chemical girl#disposable girl#faineant girl#irreverent girl#taxidermy girl#caliber girl
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SVT when their partner has a stalker
Requested? Yes!
Request: âheya jj!! i'd like to make a request about svt's reaction to their non-idol gf having a stalker i just watched 'DOONA' and immediately got an idea and immediately got an idea to request a scenario to u, i really love how you write scenarios and all. take ur time in making it! i'm willing to wait :) advance merry christmas by the wayâ
A/N: No content warning because I donât address specific situations related to stalking. But if this might be sensitive to you, proceed with caution.Â
Full-time body guard - Seungcheol, Wonwoo, Woozi, Minghao
Do you like space? You wonât get any from him when he finds out about this issue. Itâs a non-negotiable to report the issue to authorities (I feel that thatâs the case for all of them really), but heâs still going everywhere that you are, and if he canât be there, heâs sending someone he trusts in his place. Iâm talking driving you to and from work if he canât talk you into not going, taking you to work with him rather than leaving you at home by yourself, and if he has to travel, heâs convincing you to come with him. Heâs truly daring someone to try to come near you because they wonât even get close.Â
Gives you all of the protective measures he can - Jun, Hoshi, DK, Seungkwan, Chan
No expense is spared. Driver and security wherever you need to go? Check. Brand new security system at home? Check. Self-defense class that he attends with you? Check. A plethora of self-defense keychains and tools? Check. You donât even know where he finds some of these things and he insists that you always follow these requests. He might apologize sometimes for being intense about all this, but it would genuinely be his worst nightmare if something happened to you. But he wants to balance that caution with not holding you back from living your life.Â
Removes you from anything tying you to this person - Jeonghan, Joshua, Mingyu, Vernon
If youâre receiving harassing phone calls or texts, heâs changing your number. Heâs asking you to private all of your accounts and clean up any followers or friends that you donât know well, not giving a single fuck about hurting someoneâs feelings. If he feels this is work-related, heâs pushing for you to switch jobs or quit. And heaven forbid there are issues with your safety at home, heâs just straight up moving you in with him. This is another group that might apologize sometimes for the intensity in which he does all of this because he couldnât dream of controlling you. He really wants to remove any risk to you that he can.Â
#seventeen#svt#seventeen x reader#svt x reader#seventeen reactions#svt reactions#seungcheol#jeonghan#joshua#jun#hoshi#wonwoo#woozi#dk#mingyu#minghao#seungkwan#vernon#dino#tw stalking
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There's a very similar experience from the other point of view for the Polish people who used to live in the Western part of the modern Ukraine. As a Pole who was born there, having lived as a minority amongst people who knew very little about your culture (despite the fact that there were signs of this culture everywhere in the architecture, the food, the borrowed words in the local dialect of ukrainian) was really strange.
When I was in middle school one guy told me, just out of spite, to go back to "my Poland", and being still a young kid I was really confused. My family has lived here for centuries and now I have to go back? Back where??? I felt like I didn't belong in my own hometown.
And I know that it was generational, as my grandfather hid his actual roots and came out with a more Ukrainian-sounding surname to survive during the soviet times, my grandmother spent all her life thinking that she was worse than her peers because her father was Polish and was made to leave his home, and, as many others, was not allowed to take my pregnant great-grandmother with him. My grandmother from my mom's side, Polish to the bone, almost forgot how to speak her own language and only remembered it thanks to the prayers and the local Polish priests, who made a great deal of supporting the local Polish community after the declaration of independence in Ukraine.
But the Soviet times were the toughest. My great-grandmother lost her husband, who was repressed, her name, most of her Polish documents and books. God, communists took even her cookbooks in Polish, because they wanted her to abandon her culture completely and adjust to the new regime. Imagine you have two kids and one on the way, and one day your husband never comes back home and you learn that he was taken by communists, but you have no idea where and whether he would ever return. Then they come for you, and to protect your kids, you give away your whole identity, you suddenly are not Helena anymore, you are Olena, and you are a citizen of the Soviet Union, whether you like it or not.
And your grandkid (my mom) would no longer learn the language your family had been speaking for centuries, and she would only learn scraps and pieces of your tradition which you remembered from your own youth, but were not allowed to truly follow, and she would have no community to feel comfortable within, and as a child she would be blamed by the old Ukrainian neighbours for the so-called "sins of her Polish people" - people, she never knew until she grew up herself and started seeking for connection with them.
To this day, my parents feel like they are "worse" than the Polish people who were born in Poland, just because they aren't "Polish enough". I mean - how could they be, if most of their people were forcefully removed from the region which once was filled with a variety of languages and cultures. Poles, Ukrainians, Jews, Armenians and many other ethnicities literally lived as neighbours. And the War changed everything for all of them, making that part of the world exclusively Ukrainian - and even Ukrainian culture for the first 50 years was suppressed, as the country was treated as an inseparable part of the cancerous monster created by moscovites, the Soviet Union.
I apologise for such a big wall of text, but this topic is still truly painful for me. I've been trying to regain what's mine since the very childhood, learning the language and the culture previous generations were forcefully deprived of. I moved to "my Poland" a long time ago, where I feel accepted, but still treated as an immigrant, as a Ukrainian whom I never was, at best - only administratively, in the documents. And it's all because of this huge and painful past everyone in this part of the world shares. I truly believe there's nothing more degrading and immoral than striping a person of their identity and a forceful removal of them out of their own homes. It's a generational trauma that even my kids, hopefully born in Poland, will carry in them, knowing from childhood that their grandparents on their mom's side are Polish, but "different". I guess the worst thing is that we all speak of such things in the past tense, while it is still something that is happening - to Ukrainian people in the east of their country, on the territories occupied by russians. Many people from Donbas were forced to move - either to Ukraine or to Russia - in 2014, but many of the people remained and are forced to assimilate to russian culture, whether they like it or not.
Going back to my family's history, I feel like it's my duty to speak up on every opportunity to bring attention to the Polish minority of Ukraine, because it still exists. It's suppressed, it's misunderstood and it gets smaller and smaller with each year because many youngsters either move to Poland or reject their Polish identity completely to embrace the Ukrainian one, but it exists. Older people remember the pain in the eyes of their parents, who survived the war and whose close people were either forcefully relocated or repressed and sent to Syberia. I'm not saying that part of the world is utterly Polish (not anymore at least), but it used to have Polish culture and the Polish people of that region deserve to be remembered and mentioned at least once in a while. So that my mom wouldn't break into tears, moved, every time she's being treated as equal by other Polish people, so that my grandmother wouldn't be scared to speak polish, haunted by the painful memories of the past, so that the many kids born to people of Polish descent would be proud of their ancestry and wouldn't completely reject it because of the peer pressure. I think it is necessary to carry on the memory of the people who used to live there, but mostly no longer do.
i don't think it is a uniquely polish experience, but surely universal for every pole
when you go somewhere and you think about the people, who were there before, but they are not anymore and in a way you took their place, but you know, that you cannot t r u l y replace them and quite frankly, you dont even want to
visiting regions around muszyna and seeing all greek-catholic churches turned into roman-catholic ones, because lemka people are not here anymore, as they were deported. you see their road side chapels and graves 100 years old and you know they lived there for so long, but they don't anymore
almost every single polish city has at least a memorial tablet dedicated to jews, who lived there before the war and whose fate you don't want to think about, really, having been learning about it since you were like 10. watchful eyes can still see balconies, that look out of place, but which once were most probably sukkas, or sometimes even a hole in a doorframe, where a mezuzah used to be. and abandoned cemeteries. so so many of them
there is a karaite cementery in warsaw, but when you think about it, can you name one karaite person? or someone masurian, so to speak? boykos?
to, in a span of ~10 years, go from a country with almost 40% of ethnic minorities among its citizens to a country that is pretty much homogenous is so outlandish
everywhere you go, something, s o m e o n e is missing. and will never come back
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