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just rain
Pairing: Lando Norris x reader
Summary: Lando claims his first win of the season in a rain-soaked Melbourne Grand Prix with a gentle reminder of his son.
Word count: 4k+
Warnings: fluff, anxiety
A/N:
picture credits @pucksandpitlanes <3
AHHHHHH LANDO WON IM SO HAPPY FOR HIM!!!! I couldn't watch bc of time zones but when is saw it in the morning I was soooo đ„čđ„čđ„č
also Alex being higher than the ferraris was NOT on my bingo card lol but im super excited for him toođ€
I overdramatized the race a bit and it is not 100 % accurate đ
English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, talks, vents, recommendations or just simple questions are always welcome.
Happy reading xxx
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The sky was breaking open.
What had been a perfect, cloudless Saturday â where everything had felt possible â was now a roaring mess of water and wind.
The same track that had held his first pole position of the season now looked like a stranger.
Lando stood by his car, helmet tucked under his arm, rain sliding off his race suit in steady streams, like the sky itself was crying for him.
He was trying â really trying â to get his head straight.
But it was hard.
Hard when the weight of every near-miss, every mistake, every podium that wasnât a win pressed on his shoulders.
Hard when the image of Max in SĂŁo Paulo, slicing through the rain like it wasnât even there, looped in his mind, taunting him.
This was supposed to be his day.
Pole was supposed to mean something.
But now, all he could think about was how easily rain could take that away.
What if I mess it up? What if I lose everything? What if-
âDaddy?â
The small voice broke through the storm in his head like sunshine through clouds.
He turned.
There was Noah â rain dripping from the ends of his jacket, cheeks pink from the cold, eyes wide and honest and full of something Lando had lost in the last few hours: belief.
You hovered just behind him, watching quietly, giving them space.
Lando crouched down, resting his arms on his knees to meet Noah at eye level.
âHey, buddy,â he said softly, though his throat felt tight. "You okay out here in the rain?"
Noah frowned, taking a step closer until he was right up in Landoâs space, hands reaching to tug gently at Landoâs suit.
âI am okay, but why are you not okay, Daddy?â he asked, tilting his head. "Arenât you gonna win? You said you were gonna win."
Lando let out a breath, a shaky laugh that didnât quite reach his eyes.
"I know, mate. I⊠I wanna win." His voice cracked at the end.
Noah blinked up at him, unbothered by the rain hitting his face. "Then why are you sad?"
Lando hesitated. What could he even say? Because sometimes winning feels impossible? Because I donât know if Iâm good enough? Because I'm scared?
Instead, he shrugged, offering a small, forced smile.
âItâs raining a lot,â he finally said, as if that explained the weight in his chest.
But Noah just gave him a look â the same look Lando had given you a thousand times when he thought you were worrying too much.
âItâs just rain, Daddy," Noah said matter-of-factly. "We like rain.â
Lando blinked, caught off guard.
"You always chase me in the rain," Noah continued, smiling now, that childhood certainty glowing in his eyes. "You say it makes you run faster. And you always catch me, even if Iâm the fastest runner ever."
A soft laugh broke from Lando's lips, something warmer, something real.
"And Mommy always says weâll get sick but you donât care," Noah went on, as if this were the most important fact in the world.
"You say, 'Itâs just rain, Noah. Rain makes us faster.ââ
Landoâs throat tightened.
For a second, he couldn't speak.
Because in that moment, through all the noise and pressure and fear, his son had reminded him of something heâd forgotten:
Who he was.
Not just a driver. Not just a number on a screen.
But Noahâs dad. Your partner. Someone who could be brave when it mattered.
Lando reached out and pulled Noah into a hug, pressing his face into the crook of his tiny shoulder, breathing in the rain and the smell of his son â like grass and soap and home.
"You're right, little man," he whispered, voice thick. "It's just rain."
He pulled back, brushing wet curls from Noahâs face.
"And you think I'm faster than everyone, huh?"
Noah grinned, eyes lighting up. "Youâre faster than everyone, Daddy! Even if it's raining forever!"
Lando let out a real laugh this time, warmth blooming in his chest.
He looked up to find you, standing there with your arms wrapped around yourself for warmth, but smiling, tears quietly mixing with the rain on your cheeks.
Their eyes locked for a moment, and you gave him a nod â small, but enough to say we believe in you.
Lando stood, keeping Noahâs little hand in his, squeezing gently.
âOkay, buddy. Iâm gonna win that trophy for you.â
âYay!â Noah beamed. âBut you can keep it for your shelf... if you want.â
Lando chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Noahâs head.
âNo, I think it belongs in your room.â
Noahâs smile widened, his eyes sparkling with pride, as though his father had just promised to conquer the world for him. In that moment, the rain didnât feel so heavy. The doubts that had plagued Landoâs mind were still there, but the weight of them didnât seem quite as unbearable with Noah at his side.
And you â your smile, your quiet support â made the world seem possible again.
As they walked toward the pit lane, Lando felt a shift inside of him. The rain wasnât a burden anymore. It was a challenge. A reminder that no matter how many times life tried to knock him down, he could always get back up. Just like he always did when Noah ran faster than him, laughing, his tiny feet splashing through puddles.
Lando squeezed his sonâs hand tighter.
"Letâs show âem what weâve got, buddy."
With a nod from Noah and a final glance at you, Lando felt the familiar rush of determination surge through him.
This wasnât just about the race anymore.
It was about being the man he promised to be â not just for himself, but for the ones who believed in him.
The Australian Grand Prix was shaping up to be a classic.
As the cars lined up on the grid in Melbourne, the drizzle had kept the track damp, just enough to keep the tire choices uncertain. It wasnât the heavy rain that everyone had feared, but it was far from perfect racing conditions. Still, Lando sat in P1, his hands firmly gripping the wheel, his focus set on one thing: keeping that lead.
The McLaren car was well-suited to the conditions, and Lando had a good start. The lights went out, and he got off the line clean, his heart racing in sync with the growl of the engine as he took off into Turn 1. He held his ground, blocking Max, who was gunning for the lead, while Oscar â his teammate and the home hero â was hot on his heels in P3.
The track was slick, but Landoâs experience in these tricky conditions helped him build an early gap. His McLaren was light and agile, its handling sharp as he darted through the twists of the Melbourne layout. Verstappen, however, wasnât far behind. The Red Bull driver was a constant shadow, ready to pounce at the slightest mistake.
By the first pit window, the rain had picked up a bit more, turning the track into a quagmire of uncertainty. Tire choices were a gamble â intermediate tires or full wets? The crew had to decide quickly, and they were calling for intermediates as the rain began to settle. Lando glanced nervously at the sky but held his ground. âLetâs stay out a bit longer,â he told his team, his voice steady but with a hint of doubt. Donât get greedy, just donât make a mistake.
Max pitted early, pushing for the full wets as he believed the track was getting too slick for anything else. He rejoined the circuit behind Lando, but it was clear he was closing the gap, his tires cutting through the water more effectively than Landoâs.
Just as the McLaren pit crew started to signal for a pit stop â the conditions changing rapidly â the first Safety Car period was called. A rookie crashed heavily into the barriers, bringing the race to a halt. Landoâs heart raced again as he followed the Safety Car. Was this a blessing or a curse? The rain had intensified even further, and the conditions were treacherous. Oscar, who had been showing great pace, was caught out in the slippery conditions, skidding onto the grass, and although he tried to recover, he struggled to get back on track in time. He was forced to return to the pits, ultimately falling back to P13.
Now it felt like a battle between Lando, Max, and the rest of the pack. But just as they prepared to go racing again, the rain poured down harder, the track quickly becoming a slippery mess. It was a delicate balance for Lando, who was managing the lead with grit and skill but was well aware that Max was waiting to pounce.
The green flag waved again, and the cars shot back out into the mix, Lando still holding off the charging Verstappen.
Lap after lap, Lando danced on the edge of control. Every corner was a fight, every moment a test of his patience and skill. The McLarenâs rear end was constantly sliding out, but Lando somehow kept it in line. He could feel Verstappen breathing down his neck, waiting for him to make a mistake â and then, it came.
The rain intensified in a sudden downpour, and the track became a slick, unpredictable nightmare. The tires couldnât keep up, and the grip was nonexistent. As Lando tried to brake for Turn 4, his tires locked up, and he was forced to take a detour through the gravel, his heart nearly stopping as he fought to stay on the track. He got back on just in time to gain his way back to P1.
Lando was far from done.
He set his sights forward, telling himself to focus â just focus. The rain was lashing down, but with each lap, Lando found his rhythm again, using the high-speed corners to his advantage, keeping the McLaren planted while others struggled.
A second Safety Car came out as Jack Doohan spun into the gravel, and just as quickly, the race was halted once again. The field bunched up, and Landoâs mind raced. He could feel the pressure of it all â a season opener, a potential win slipping through his fingers as Verstappen loomed behind him.
And then, when it seemed like he was about to lose his edge, Lando had a moment of clarity. Heâd thought about Noah â his little boy, his voice in his head, telling him, "Youâre faster than everyone, Daddy."
Lando could feel his sonâs words ignite a fire inside him. He wasnât racing to prove anything to anyone else, but to show Noah, to show himself, that no storm, no matter how wild, could stop him.
When the Safety Car came in again, Lando took a deep breath. The track was as slippery as ever, but the fight wasnât over.
Landoâs heart was hammering. He was in the lead, and with the final few corners in sight, he pushed his car to the edge. The track had dried just enough, but the pressure on him was unbearable. He took a deep breath and crossed the line with the loudest, most cathartic roar of his life.
Lando Norris had done it. He had won.
P1.
He couldnât believe it.
The rain had made this race a battle of attrition, and as he eased into the cooldown lap, he couldnât help but smile to himself.
He slowly lifted his hand to the radio and spoke to his team, his voice shaky with emotion.
âOooph! Little bit of pressure, well done boys. Beautifully handled. Excuted to the second. One second later and we were done so well done everyone. Congrats, amazing way to start the year. Thank you so much. This one was for you, Noah.â
The world exploded in cheers as the McLaren pit crew erupted, their joy a mix of disbelief and ecstasy. But through the noise, Lando only had one thing on his mind: you and Noah.
He couldnât wait to share this with his little boy and with the love of his life.
Lando brought the car back to the pit lane. He could hear the roar of the crowd, the fans cheering from the stands, even as the noise inside his helmet began to fade. He blinked, trying to keep his focus, but his hands were still shaking slightly from the adrenaline. His chest felt tight, like he was trying to contain all the emotions swirling inside him â relief, pride, and an overwhelming sense of gratitude.
He had done it.
He had won. P1.
As the car coasted into the pit box, the team was already waiting. The McLaren crew flooded around him, clapping and shouting, their faces beaming with joy. But Lando barely registered any of it. His eyes were scanning the crowd, searching for the two faces that meant the most to him â you and Noah.
The cheering around him felt distant, almost muted, as if it wasnât real. But seeing you, standing by the barriers, your eyes wide with emotion, was like a splash of cold water. The world around him snapped back into focus. He could see Noah next to you, bouncing up and down, his small face lit up with excitement.
Landoâs heart swelled.
He quickly removed his helmet, his wet hair clinging to his forehead, and climbed out of the car. He could feel the weight of his win, but in that moment, it felt lighter. He was overwhelmed by how much this meant to him. It wasnât just the victory, it was that he had made it â for himself, for you, and for Noah.
Before the team even had a chance to celebrate properly, he was walking toward you.
âDaddy! You did it!â Noah cried out, his voice high-pitched with excitement. Lando's eyes softened, and he dropped to one knee, his arms open wide.
Noah ran straight into his arms, as Lando hugged him tight, holding him close like he had been waiting for this moment for a lifetime. The rain still fell lightly, but it didnât matter. All the chaos of the race, the uncertainty, the fear â it was gone.
âI did it, buddy,â Lando whispered, his voice thick with emotion. âWe did it.â
âYouâre the fastest, Daddy!â Noah exclaimed, his small hands grabbing onto Landoâs race suit. âI knew you were!â
Lando chuckled, pulling back just enough to look at his son. âYou knew, huh? You were right all along.â
Noah nodded vigorously, his smile as wide as it could go. âYou told me you were faster than everyone. And you are!â
Landoâs chest tightened at his words. He had said it to Noah so many times, almost as a promise, a reassurance that no matter what, he could always come out on top. He had made sure to tell Noah that on the tough days, on the days where it felt like nothing was going right, but now it was reality.
And it was because of you and Noah that he had found the strength to keep pushing.
Lando stood up, holding Noah in his arms as he walked toward you. The world seemed to slow as his gaze locked with yours.
You were smiling, but there was something else there â something that said âI knew you could do itâ. You were just as emotional as he was. Your eyes glistened with pride, but there was a tenderness in your expression that made him feel like he was home.
âI told you, didnât I?â Landoâs voice was rough with emotion as he reached out for your hand.
You nodded, your hand fitting perfectly into his. âI never doubted you for a second.â
He leaned in, his eyes soft as he looked at you â the weight of the moment hanging in the air. Without thinking, he pulled you into him, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was full of emotion. It was gentle at first, a quiet acknowledgment of everything he had been holding inside.
For a moment, time seemed to slow, and Lando could feel the joy and relief in that single kiss. It wasnât just the victory he was celebrating, but the shared understanding between the two of you â the quiet support, the unwavering belief, the love.
When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours for a beat longer, as if he didnât want to let the moment slip away. "I couldn't have done it without you," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.
Noah squirmed in Landoâs arms, eager to get down and join the celebrations. Lando carefully set him down, and Noah immediately ran off toward the McLaren crew, who were cheering and clapping for the win.
As Noah ran off, Lando turned to you, the full weight of the victory finally sinking in.
âI didnât think it was going to happen, not with the rain, not with Max so close,â he admitted, his voice quiet. âI almost lost it.â
You smiled softly, brushing a damp strand of hair out of his face. âBut you didnât. You held it together, even when it was tough.â
Lando nodded, his heart full. âI had to. For you, for Noah. I couldnât let this slip away.â
âYou didnât. And look at you now.â You cupped his face gently, your thumbs brushing over his wet skin. âYouâre amazing, Lando.â
He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the quiet moment before the world around him started to roar again. But it didnât matter. He had done it.
The sound of the crowd cheering filled the air, and Lando turned back to watch his team. His crew was celebrating with Noah in the center, lifting him up in excitement. It wasnât just his victory, it was theirs too. They had all worked for this moment, and Lando could feel the bond between him and his team, his family, stronger than ever.
As the team ushered him toward the podium for the celebrations, he couldnât stop smiling. His eyes sought yours one more time, and in that glance, everything was clear. This was just the beginning.
As the excitement of the podium celebrations slowly faded, the atmosphere began to settle. The noise of the crowd dimmed as the McLaren team gathered to wind down, still congratulating Lando for his incredible win. It was time for the world to return to normal â at least for a little while.
The rain had stopped during the post-race celebrations, but the sky had once again darkened, and soon enough, the first raindrops began to fall, soft and steady, like a quiet whisper.
Lando was supposed to be getting ready for the press conferences, and Noah had been escorted back to the teamâs area, his energy barely contained after all the excitement. But as the minutes ticked by, you found yourself standing near the pit lane, looking around, trying to spot them â Lando and Noah.
They had been with you just moments ago, but now, there was no sign of either of them. You checked the garage. No luck. You headed toward the pit, but nothing. The sound of the rain grew louder, and you could feel the cool droplets on your skin, the familiar scent of wet pavement filling the air.
As you were about to turn back toward the team area, you heard a familiar laugh.
You looked up. There they were.
Lando and Noah were standing near one of the back entrances to the track, the two of them laughing and completely drenched. Landoâs jacket was already soaked, but he didnât seem to mind. Noah, in his little race suit, was jumping up and down, splashing in the growing puddles, his face glowing with pure joy.
Lando had both arms raised, pretending to be a goalkeeper as he blocked Noahâs wild attempts to splash him with water. They were in their own little world â no race, no press conferences, no podiums, just the rain and the playful chaos of it all.
And for a moment, it felt like everything had slowed down again, just like it had on the track.
You smiled to yourself, watching them. The rain didnât bother them; if anything, it seemed to make the moment even more special. You could hear Noah shout over the rain, his voice filled with glee, âCome on, Mommy! Itâs just rain! You can do it too!â
Lando caught sight of you, his eyes lighting up with mischief. He shrugged with a grin, as if to say itâs just rain, no big deal.
Noah ran toward you, water splashing with every step. âMommy, come play!â He giggled, his face streaked with joy and raindrops. âItâs fun! Daddy says itâs just rain!â
Lando was right behind him, shaking his head in mock exasperation but his smile betraying the playfulness in his voice. âCome on, babe, itâs just a bit of water. Whatâs the worst that could happen?â
You could see the way Noah looked up at you with those wide, hopeful eyes. You couldnât say no.
With a sigh, you gave in. âFine, fine.â
You stepped forward, and in a moment of complete surrender, you joined them, letting the rain soak through your clothes as you took a running leap into the nearest puddle with Noah. The splash was enormous, and Noah shrieked with delight, running off to jump in the next puddle.
Lando joined you, laughing, as the three of you danced and played under the darkening sky, the rain falling harder now but somehow feeling like the perfect way to celebrate the day.
For that fleeting moment, there was no world beyond the sound of Noahâs laughter, the rain crashing down, and Landoâs teasing calls as he splashed you and Noah. The storm had come back, but instead of being a nuisance, it was the backdrop to a perfect family moment.
âLook at us,â Lando said between laughs, his hair soaked and his face flushed with happiness. âWeâre all drenched and I couldnât be happier.â
You caught Noah as he tried to leap into a particularly big puddle, lifting him up and holding him close. His wet hair clung to his forehead, but his smile never faded.
âThis is the best thing ever!â Noah giggled, kicking his feet playfully.
âYou sure know how to make a rainy day perfect, donât you, bud?â Lando said, holding you close as you both watched your sonâs joyful antics.
âJust rain,â you said softly, your gaze meeting Landoâs. The chaos of the day had faded into the background. What mattered now was here â this moment, with Lando and Noah, playing and laughing in the rain.
Lando pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there just a moment longer. âItâs just rain,â he whispered, and for the first time today, you didnât mind the rain at all.
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James Potter x shy!fem!reader
Summary: While previously being close friends, after your fourth year you distance yourself from James and he doesn't understand why.
Genre: Fluff with hurt and comfort <3
Warnings: slut shaming, reader has a sexual rumor spread about her, protective!James, gross teenage boys, attempted sexual harassment (non-consentual touching), reader is justifyingly emotional
JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST
James likes you. He's always liked you. You are kind, albeit a bit shy, but James doesn't mind. He'd spent all of first year simply watching you. He didn't mean for it to be creepy and he did his best to go unnoticed as he watched you feed the animals near the Forbidden Forest. Or when he paid attention to where you liked to sit in the library and what books you read.Â
When second year came around, he joined Quidditch half in hopes to see you in the stand. You never came.Â
In third year, his confidence grew and he started actually talking to you. You were quiet but you didn't seem to mind whenever he'd walk you back to the dorms, or when he helped you study for your Potions exams. You'd smile at him so pretty James was positive he left every conversation with the deepest blush.
By fourth year, you changed and you didn't seem to like the compliments he'd give you anymore and James couldn't understand why. "If you think a girl is pretty, you should tell her, Jamsie." James took his mother's words very seriously, but the more he complimented youâthe more distant you became.Â
By the end of fourth year, Sirius and Remus warned him he should just leave you alone, but James was stubborn. and hecouldn't understand why you didn't like the compliments.Â
He really meant them after all.
"I don't understand," he groans one evening, laying on his bed, his legs thrown against the wall, his hair falling over the edge of the bed, as he plays with the maroon curtains of his dorm room canopy bed. Sirius and Remus are standing over him, looking unamused.Â
"Just leave the poor girl alone," Remus says.
"It's been almost three years now, Prongs," Sirius leans down, his black hair falling over his cheeks as he looks into James's pitiful eyes. "You should just move on. I heard from Alice that Lily Evans has her eye on you now."
"Who?" James mutters, barely listening.Â
"Y'know, the pretty red-head from our year?"
James shakes his head and sits up, flopping onto his back as he presses his palms into his eyes. "I don't care about anyone but her," he says, "I don't understand what I'm doing wrong."
"Overwhelming her?" Remus deadpans.Â
"Being a stalker?" Sirius adds, resting a hand on his hip as he sends Remus a knowing look and the latter sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.Â
James groans and sits up, his eyes lighting up. "There is the Quidditch finals today, do you think she'll come?" He asks, sounding hopeful. You've never once come to any games. Sirius and Remus shake their heads, knowing the answer is most likely a no and James's expression falls.
* * *
"She came," Peter points to the crowd. He's sitting next to Sirius and Remus as they watch you navigate the stands. Sirius, who had previously been sulking because he couldn't play because of his injury, grins and nods, looking out at the pitch to see if James has noticed you. Â
"James is gonna freak," Sirius laughs.Â
"She isn't here for him, Pads," Remus nudges Sirius's shoulder and Peter's expression sours.Â
"She's with Raven Griffins," the boy says, a disgusted look crossing over his features. "What is she doing with that arsehole?"
Sitting a few students away, you're very uncomfortable. You keep nervously fiddling with the hem of your skirt. You suddenly wish you hadn't come. The only reason you'd said yes to this date was because Griffins was one of the only boys who'd seemed genuinely interested in you. He spoke to you normally, with no ulterior motives and no mocking tone. He was smart and handsome and he seemed genuinely interested. Still, you want to disappear. The game hadn't even started and it was already much too loud. Plus, Griffins had seen some of his friends and now this date didn't feel like a date anymore anyways.
Once the game begins, students stand and cheer and you're jostled to your feet with everyone else. You bite your lip, holding your breath as you focus on the way your nails dig into your palm to ground yourself. You've never liked crowds.Â
"Raven?" you whisper, turning to the boy. He shifts his gaze towards you, only grinning as he wraps his arm around you and squeezes your hips. You frown, a shiver running up your spine as his touch feels wrong.Â
You shimmy from his grasp and Raven frowns. You can barely hear him over the cheering but as he grabs your arm, fingers digging into your flesh. It seems like he laughs, eyes gleaming with malice as he turns to his friend and says: "Bloody hell, I knew she was easy, but I didn't think she would be this easy. Clearly wants me bad, mate," he laughs. It feels like a bucket of cold water has just been splashed all over you and you tear your arm from him.
You spin around, pushing students to find the quickest exit. Your eyes burn.Â
How could you have been so foolish to think this would have gone any differently?Â
Tears blur your vision and you run down the stairs to the path around the school. The gravel crackles under your shiny leather shoes. You can't be here anymore. You should have never come. You're in such a rush you don't hear someone call your name until a strong hand grips your wrist and you spin around, almost crashing into the person's chest. You're standing just outside the Quidditch pitch now, the cheers less violent as you focus on the person in front of you.
"James?"Â
James is holding his broom in one hand and the other falls from your wrist. He's panting, sweat gathering at his hairline and making his already curly hair even curlier. You can see dirt staining his cheek from what you assume was a harsh landing from his brook and behind the nasty bruise on his cheekbone, his cheeks are tinted crimson and he coughs, leaning forward.Â
Did he run here?Â
"What happened?" James mutters, clearing his throat as he looks up at you again. "I saw you and Griffins in the crowd and it seemed like he upset you. What did he do?" James spits Griffins name with venom and his usually kind eyes turn dark.
You're shocked, your breaths coming out raspy. Did he follow you here? You back away from him, catching your breath along with him.
"You're missing your game," you whisper. If there is anything you remember from your friendship with James Potter, it's his love of Quidditch. You look at him, realizing it's been almost three years since you'd spoken to him properly.
After what happened, you'd distanced yourself from him. He was just too much at the timeâhis kind words only made the situation worse. Your heart clenches and you lower your gaze. "Don't miss Quidditch because of me," you add, tears forming on your eyelashes.Â
James sees them and he panics. "Did Griffins make you cry?!" He's angry and he drops his broom and rushes up to you.Â
You flinch when he cups your cheeks in his hands and you push him away.Â
"I'm sorry," James says. His eyes look sad and it breaks you. You cover your mouth, realizing you can't stop the tears anymore. You can't even speak. All you can do is cry into your hand, muffling the sobs as Griffins words repeat in your head;
I knew she was easy, but I didn't think she was this easy.
You choke on a sob and tense when you feel someone's arms hesitantly wrap around you. James hugs you, his chin resting on your head and you break some more. You don't pull away and instead, you wrap your arms around his waist, crying into his uniform. His hand smoothes over your hair and he feels like crying as well. You're hurt. You're hurt so badly you've broken down in front of him and he doesn't understand why.Â
"I'm sorry I disappeared," you mutter, all your emotions crashing over you. "You were my f-friend and I- I ignored you."
James frowns, holding you tighter. "Is that what this is about?" he asks softly. "I'm not upset with you. I missed you, yeah. But I'm definitely not mad," he pauses and lifts his head, stroking strands of hair from your face. He looks serious. "Can you tell me what happened? Why are you so sad?"
You look confused and you tilt your head in question. "You don't know?"
James frowns. "Am I supposed to?"Â
You don't believe him. James and his friends are some of the most popular boys in your year. In the school even. There is absolutely no way they didn't hear the rumor. Everyone had. That's why you'd avoided James until now. You couldn't face him after what everyone was saying. It was too cruel.
You let out a weary breath. "The rumorâabout me? H-how I lost my virginity in fourth year, with some boys from sixth yearâ? Youâ you haven't heard it?"
James's blood runs cold. That was you? Of course, he'd heard the rumor but he wasn't one for that type of gossip. He didn't care who the girl was because honestly? He didn't believe the rumor. He didn't even entertain the thoughtâit had seemed so ludicrous to him. His heart breaks now that he knows it had been you that the rumor surrounded.Â
"You stopped being my friend because of a rumor?"
"You don't believe it?"
James laughs. "Believe it? I never did, and now I believe it even less because it's you." James holds your chin, his thumb gently stroking your skin. "Why didn't you come to me? I could have helped you. You didn't have to go through this all alone," he whispers sadly.Â
You look at him, feeling overwhelmed all over again. "I- I thought you knewâ"
He shakes his head, his expression stern. "Why would you think that?"
You chew on your lower lip, avoiding his gaze now. The words suddenly feel too embarrassing for you to admit out loud. But you can't avoid them now. You're stuck. "Well, you started to compliment me more. You would call me pretty and all that and I- with the rumor going around I assumed y-you just wanted me to sleep with you. It feels so stupid to say now, but you weren't the first boy to see me like that and I didn't know what to think. I just had to distance myself from you and all your sweet words. I'm sorry."
James's heart sinks and he feels sick. "You assumed I was being ingenuine?" He sees the panic behind your eyes and he feels bad. He doesn't mean to interrogate you. He isn't upset that you assumed he was just like all the others, he's more upset that you'd kept this feeling for three years.Â
He holds you closer, still stroking your cheek as he keeps his breathing steady. You're so beautiful and he wants nothing more than to tell you. But he knows it isn't the time. "I'm sorry you've had shitty experiences with arseholes in the past, and judging by how upset you seemed, Griffins seems to have been one of them," he says, any angry look passing across his features again.
He lets out a breath and continues, "I promise you, I didn't know and I didn't compliment you with any ulterior motives. I just, well, I thought you looked pretty and you deserved to know it."
Your heart melts as you look at him and the walls you'd built start to crumble. You look at James and he looks like the same boy you knew three years ago.Â
He looks at you the same way as if nothing had changed and you hadn't abandoned him over something so stupid. You strain a small smile, looking a little bashful. "You've always been too kind, James Potter."Â
James shakes his head. "You deserve it and more," he whispers. He sounds sincere and still shame bubbles in your stomach.Â
"Your gameâ"
"Can wait," James walks closer, his hand inching towards you as he delicately brushes his pinky with yours. "You're more important."
You feel like you're floating.Â
"There's no need to feel alone anymore," he adds, smiling. "I'm here with you."
You could faint.Â
"Now, what suitable punishment do you think Griffins deserves?"Â A familiar smirk graces James's features and he pauses for a moment before he muses darkly, "I know a potion that can cause hair lossâpermanently. Or blistering acne?"Â he sends you a wink.Â
You laugh, tracing his palm with your finger. You don't say a word and instead, you walk into his arm and hug him again. James is surprised for a moment until he relaxes into your touch. He inhales, smelling your shampoo and he smiles. He's really missed this.Â
For the first time, James doesn't care that he's missing the most important of the season. He doesn't care how angry his teammates will be or how disappointed McGonagall will be with him. He'll deal with the consequences later. All that matters now is you in his arms.Â
He's determined not to let you slip from his grasp again. Â
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hiii rain how are you doing beautifulđ
what do u think about long-distance relationship!vi
a quick lil thing bc its been a long day u__u; i'm alright bby! still sick but im getting better slowly!!! <3
tiny lil bit 18+, mdni, vi-shaped brainrot as per usual
longdistance!vi who has a separate ringtone just for you, so she'll always know when it's you calling; she never misses a phone date, even if she's a little late sometimes, who nearly fumbles her phone when she tries to answer, so eager, every single time, who stares down at the image of you with the goofiest smile, because god how'd she get so lucky?
longdistance!vi who will phone you in the morning just to brush your teeth together, the both of you still half-asleep, messy hair and all, doesn't say a word, but will make faces at you when she's rinsing her mouth, gargles extra loud just to try and make you laugh so you'll choke on your toothpaste, winks when she catches you staring at her when she steps back to change, doesn't mute at all when she pees right after, laughing when you roll your eyes and hang up, only to call back a second later, her face shoved up against the screen, distorting her features just to say, "it's healthy to pee in the morning!"
longdistance!vi who's never shy with telling you that she misses you and is unrepentantly needy, texts you at all hours of the day, whines that life must hate her because you're so far apart, counts down the hours till she gets to see you again in person (three months, two days, and thirteen hours --)
longdistance!vi who doesn't hold back describing to you all the things she's gonna do to you the second she gets her hands on you, even as she's got a hand shoved down her own panties, the sound of your whines in her ears -- "god, can't wait to fuck you till you're cumming around my fingers -- you're always so wet for me baby --" "miss how you taste, miss the way you pull my hair --" "want you to cum on my mouth over and over, can you do that for me, baby? yeah?" "lemme hear you cum, doll, that's right -- moan nice and loud for me -- yeah, fuck the neighbor, he can complain to me when i get there."
longdistance!vi who definitely makes good on her promises, and then some, but you'll wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs in the morning, to the sound of her humming in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts; who can't help the smile that takes over her face when she turns around to see you standing in the doorway of your bedroom, wearing of one her old band tee's, your hair a bird's nest tangle from the night before.
"morning, princess -- sleep well?"
you patter up to her, press a kiss to her cheek, reach up for the moka pot to make some coffee.
"mm... depends on what well means -- we didn't get to sleep till wayyyy late," you tease, tugging two mugs from their hooks on the wall, bending over the fridge for the milk carton.
"yeah well -- 's not like we had plans today other than chillin' at home and --" she leans over to mouth at your neck, looping an arm around your middle, groaning into your skin even as you giggle and let her suck yet another hickey into your shoulder.
"i thought you wanted to go grocery shopping today? weren't you gonna make me vander's famous meatballs?"
she sighs, hooking her chin over your shoulder.
"fine, fine... but that can wait till the afternoon right?"
"sure it can," you say, laughing as she waddles the pair of you back to the stove to flip the bacon and eggs.
longdistance!vi who's always been terrible at goodbyes, who lingers too long and almost misses her flight, but she'll always be the last one waving, either by the airport drop-off or in the window of her cab, who texts you nearly immediately as you're out of sight, reminds you to drive safe, that she misses you already, and that she's already counting down the days till she can see you again.
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Danny, flying in on CK doing his thing just as one of the bats shows up: Some this is where you disappeared to then King? I'm impressed you managed to get this far.
CK, internally freaking out: Oh shit! Phantom, come on man, I've got a good thing going here. I'm not even causing any major damage this time!
Bats, who have just arrived on the scene but haven't revealed themselves yet: wtf, since when does CK have fucking lore?
Danny: I will give you that, you haven't used any Nasty Burger sauce this time so there's been no major property damage, but you still shouldn't be here. Boxy and Lunch Lady have been bugging me to track you down for a while now.
CK: What! Why!?! Those two are the ones who gave me the idea of running in the first place!
Danny, incredibly amused: Because you missed their wedding and the birth of their first child you numbskull! You were supposed to be the best man but you disappeared and no one could find you.
CK, frozen in shock: THEY GOT MARRIED! A KID! IM AN UNCLE!
Bats, growing evermore confused and amused: Oh my god the lore deepens
Danny: Yeah, Box Lunch wants to meet you really bad and you're the last of my old rouges I haven't pacified yet so I decided to come deal with you as a Truce day gift.
CK: Okay, very well, I will return. However! First, we shall battle, and you shall bring me back in the thermos, for old times sake. Can't make it to easy on you after all.
Danny: *snorts* alright, fair enough. Come on, I'll let you get a minute before I attack back.
Bats, not worried because CK is a wimp going against an obvious meta: this poor bastard in going to be covered in mustard lol
CK: *starts flying and firing explosive sauce, leveling the building behind Danny, who dodged*
Bats: (;° ă°)
CK: *starts flying at near supersonic speeds shooting sauces with various different effects, like explosions, acidic, stink, etc.*
Danny: *dodges every hit whilst mildly amused* 30 seconds left, don't hit any humans or I won't be gentle
CK: *flying through walls, duplicating, going invisible, and using other stupidly powerful abilities to try and hit Danny with something, ANYTHING* Don't worry, I know the rules
Bats, in full panic mode because WTF: Holy shit what did we even do here, call superman? Since when can CK do THIS! How did we miss that fucking CK is a JL level threat!?!
Danny, who has yet to be hit: ~ten seconds CK~
CK, who knows full well he's about to get his shit kicked in: *laughs as he keeps trying to hit Danny* I'm gonna make them count! *One of his duplicates had been charging a single shot which covers the whole city in sauce, Danny goes intangible but this sauce is designed to hit intangible ghosts and he gets hit* I FUCKING DID IT!!!
Danny, mildly amused: alright, I admit it CK, I'm impressed. You've learned a new trick. *shakes the sauce off of him, leaving him clean and the very messy bats jealous* your time is up now though. *takes CK down in one hit which launches him across the city before souping him*
Danny: should I clean this? Nah, this city has dealt with CK before, they are probably used to this by now. *flies back to amity*
Batman: I think, Im going to have to update CKs file...
Batkids: yeah no shit
Runaway Rogue
So! A couple of years ago, Danny lost one of his Rogues.
It's not that they got Ended or anything, he literally lost them and couldn't find them. One day they ran off after being defeated and never showed up again. They were one of his Joke Villains, not posing a real threat but still extremely annoying when they wanted to be.
He hadn't seen them in Years now, and with the situation in Amity quelled and more free time on his hands than he had gotten in Years, he decided to finally track the Ghost down and see what he had been up to.
His search led him to Gotham, where he finally found the one Rogue that he had lost all those years ago.
Condiment King.
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â nudes?! (c.bg) âĄ
pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader genre: best friends to ?, non-idol au, suggestive rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1.2k warnings: mention/description of readerâs nudes, beomgyu imagines Doing Things and gets hard, implication of sexy time at the end, theyâre both horny for each other synopsis: what happens when your best friend who secretly has the hots for you accidentally sees your nudes?
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beomgyu is often not too hard to read.
your goofy best friend who'd rather cause mischief than let a situation turn boring, who loves to stir things up and watch the chaos unfold around him.
but one thing that you just can't seem to get a grasp on... is how he really feels about you.
as well as you can confidently say that you know choi beomgyu, the never-ending mixed signals he throws at you may just be your downfall in that department, from the outrageous flirting towards you on one end of the spectrum to the bragging of his latest phone number acquirement on the other.
i mean, what are you supposed to think when he's sweetly tucking your hair behind your ear one second and then commenting on how pretty that passing girl is the next? (unbeknownst to you, he's actually just trying to gauge your reaction).
but at this point you've had enough of the guessing games. you're gonna take things into your own hands and find out exactly how he really feels.
...or at least... that's what you told yourself, when you'd laid out across your sheets and took those coy little pictures, fully nude and fully ready to "accidentally" send them to your best friend to see what he would do;
but now, you release a resigned sigh as you set your phone aside untouched and tug your â his â sweater further over your shoulders in the chilly air of your room.
"stupid beomgyu," you grumble. "stupid me... stupid idea."
your lost confidence seems to mock you as your phone suddenly buzzes with a text from none other than the exact man of the hour, and you huff as you read it.
â hellspawn đđ€: i'm coming over
his contact name feels as fitting as ever. "right, just invite yourself on in," you mutter to yourself (as if that's not exactly what the two of you always do anyways).
you have half a mind to respond with something snarky, but instead you just leave it be as you stare down at the nudes still sitting hauntingly unsent in your end of the message box, and with a shiver you resort to sticking your tongue out at his contact picture and leaving the text unanswered as you punch the air in a mini fit and toss your phone away into your pillows.
"i hate boys."
and with that, you grouchily trudge your way into the living room to start up the show that you've been binging together, phone and pictures forgotten.
unfortunately.
because what you don't know, but what you're soon about to find out, is just how crazy your best friend actually is about you â and as beomgyu stands frozen outside of your apartment building, staring down at his phone with a short-circuiting brain and eyes growing blurred from lack of blinking in the chilly night air, convenience store bag full of snacks falling forgotten to the ground â well.
he didn't even buy a lottery ticket, but it seems he's just won.
your naked body glows back at him from his screen as he fumbles back into motion, urging his fingers to remember their own mobility as he gulps and swipes hungrily through the array of photos that you'd sent.
hurriedly he brushes his long hair out of his eyes as it falls forward, his hunched frame in the middle of the sidewalk probably resembling that of a homeless man as he holds his phone close, shielding the sight of you from any prying eyes (there are none) while his thoughts suddenly erupt into every possible direction.
is this really happening? is this real life? what does this mean? is this a confession? she obviously wants me too, then, right? shit, should i have dressed better? do i smell okay? should i run back home and â oh god, what if these were meant for someone else? did she really mean to send them? what if she never speaks to me again? oh god, she's so.. she's so.. holy fuck.
beomgyu is breathless as his eyes roam across your soft skin, your pretty curves, the sly hint of a smirk peeking from your lips as your finger slips between them â
he feels his cock straining tighter against his pants the longer that he scrolls.
relishing in the sight that he's been dreaming of for so long, he imagines it were his hand wrapped gently around your throat instead of your own, his fingers caressing your bare tits and sliding down beyond the camera where his imagination is left to run wild â fuck, he's gotta get up there.
forcing himself to tear his eyes away, he quickly gathers the scattered snacks and stuffs them mindlessly back into their convenience store bag as he hurries towards the entrance of your building, not even needing to think twice as he inputs the code and all but lunges for the elevator.
"alright, be cool, be cool, be cool."
the deep breaths he's been taking and mini self pep talk he's been mumbling all but crumble away meaningless when he types in your apartment's passcode and opens the door to see you standing there by the couch wearing his sweater, so big on you that it's easy to pretend that your little pair of shorts underneath aren't even there;
and he's suddenly grateful for the long length of his hair as he feels the way his ears burn red underneath, but the inevitable flush on his face doesn't escape your notice as you glance up at him for a moment before turning your attention back to the tv remote in your hand.
"why do you look like you just ran a fucking marathon?" you scoff. "did the ahjumma downstairs hit you with her grocery bag again?"
but beomgyu is far beyond saving as images of you underneath him flicker across his mind, now no longer fueled by his imagination but by the real thing that you'd just graced him with minutes before.
"those for me?"
you pause. his voice is raspy, strained, almost breathless.
you glance back up at him. your brows pull together in confusion.
"huh?"
beomgyu barely breaks eye contact with you as he unlocks his phone, wordlessly holding it up to show you, eyes raking over your face for your reaction;
the remote falls to the floor with a thunk as your eyes widen and hands fly up to clap over your mouth in shock.
what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck- I SENT THEM?!?!
you rip your eyes away from the sight of your own body on his screen to meet his burning stare, and when you do â all excuses fizzle away as a shiver runs along your spine and straight down to your core.
the desire pooled in your best friend's eyes is unlike any look you've ever seen on him before, breaths coming out labored from his chest though he tries to control them; and when he takes a step forwards and asks again, voice deep and words punctuated,
"were those for me?"
you're nothing but a goner as you answer him with shaky legs and a nod.
the triumphant grin that spreads across beomgyu's blushing face is downright sinful as his bag of snacks once again meets a forgotten fate on the ground â along with his jacket that he immediately shrugs off of his shoulders, already reaching for the hem of his sweatshirt as he moves towards you with well-mustered boldness and says,
"should've waited for me, sweetheart. we couldâve taken them together.â
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Rivers
B. Barnes x f! Reader
Bucky beard appreciation post. Cunnilingus + face sitting, squirting, and beard wetting ( AGAIN!!! ill write Cunnilingus Bucky fics until the day I DIE ) not beta read, kinda lazy writing ( I was half asleep writing this. I fell asleep twice. )
Wrote this very short drabble because I couldn't sleep and am experiencing awful mittelschmerz, and apparently, now I write Bucky smut whenever I'm in pain. Goodnight.
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He's outgrowing his facial hair again.
It scratches against the inside of your thighs and your dripping, sweet cunt as you sit upon his face. He'd had you like that for hours and would keep you like that for many more if you'd let him.
Plump thighs open, knees braced by the sides of his face and all as his tongue works fucking magic on you. He closed his mouth, building up saliva in his tongue before it goes back on your sensitive little center. Your hips jerk against his face, lifting up from your perfect spot in him slightly, loosing the pressure the both of you needed.
" nuh-uh. Back on my face. " His large hands direct your hips back onto his handsome face. " Yeah, jus' like that, sweetie. Good girl. " His words vibrate against your core, making you shiver. His hold on you is so harsh that you're certain it'll bruise. But you're okay with that.
Each time his perfect, skilled tongue hauls around your folds, it's like a brand new feeling and it makes you crazy. You're sitting above him, thighs shaking around his head and your throat hoarse from all the moans and screams he inflicted out of you that night.
His tongue flicks up and down your little clit, making more soft whimpers escape your lips. He kisses down to your plush entrance, his nose lightly pressing against your over-sensitive flesh. He goes back up, his lips closing in around your soft bundle of nerves, pecking it a few times before he let his tongue take over.
His vibranium hand reached up, taking your breast within his palm, massaging it softly before he tweaked your nipples between his prosthetic, cold fingers.
You were seeing stars.
And he was loving the view.
" beautiful, you look like.... " he spoke against your cunt, giving it a few gentle licks before continuing, " you look like a fucking mess. Is this good for you? "
You choked on a moan, your eyes fluttered shut. Your hips shook on his face, rocking against it slightly. He hummed in amusement.
" Y-yeah. Feels s-so--ooo-ah.. good, Bucky." You barley managed, too fucked out of your mind to proper a former sentence or even think about anything else in that moment other than how good he felt. He chuckled darkly, the sound making your cunt flutter around his face.
" oh, I know. " His tone was cocky and overconfident as he licked up your dripping cunt. You were getting wetter by the second. " Jus' wanted to hear you say it. "
His palm goes against your ass, smacking it, letting the noise bounce off the halls of the room along with the loud, lewd--almost squelching sound of his tongue dancing on your pussy. It's like a fucking porn film.
And your moans are getting more desperate, loud and whiney. As he gives your little pussy butterfly kisses, your practically falling apart in his arms. His name leaves your mouth, repeatedly, almost like a god damn prayer and encourages him to redoubled his efforts.
" Gonna come soon, gorgeous? " He asks, though he knows he doesn't even need to. Your little cunt tells him everything you don't. Every jolt or squeeze it makes hushes every secret you have into his ear. You truly are an open book.
And all you can do it bite your finger, drooling down it, whimpering and moaning softly.
All until you finally do reach the orgasm you so badly needed to finish off your night.
He doesn't even have time to react before you come flooding down his face. It's a very intense climax; the kind that makes your entire body jerk and shake. Your stomach heaves heavily as you look down to see your perfect lover practically drowning in all the love you had to give him.
" Fuck.. yes..! " he groans, holding you down onto his face as he laps up every last drop like it's his last meal. " So, so good for me. " He praises, running his hands down your thighs at he licks you up.
And your cum gets everywhere on him.
It drips down his chin, onto his neck and absolutely soaks his beard. Everything only gets wetter as he cleans you off.
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drabble dump 2 | joaquĂn torres x reader



Pairing: JoaquĂn Torres x Reader Summary: Two more drabbles inspired by some headcanons: Joaquin and how much you love his curly hair and Joaquin holding your handbag for you. Warnings: I don't think there is anything. Word Count: 745 A/N: I'm finally home from my trip đ But I had a diverted flight late last night so my 45 minute flight home ended up being almost 4 hours of travel in the end, so I'm feeling extremely exhausted today â hence posting another small little drabble collection tonight. I have received so many requests from you all this weekend and I cannot wait to start writing them now that I'm home đ Thank you for all the love on my fics I posted while I was away.
Curly hair.
Every time Joaquin washed his hair, you loved getting to see his curls come out in full force again. He never did anything to style them, usually leaving his hair as it was or putting some kind of mousse or gel in it to tame it a little. But curly haired Joaquin was your favourite out of all of his looks.
It mightâve had something to do with the fact that he was also almost completely naked, nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and that his hair was still a little wet, dripping water onto his chest as he walked out of the bathroom and back into your bedroom.Â
From your spot, sitting in bed and scrolling on your phone, you couldnât tear your eyes away from him. âDamn, my man looks good right now,â you said, meeting your eyes as he grabbed a towel and started to dry his hair a little.
Joaquin laughed, shaking his head. âJust right now?â
âHmmm,â you pretended to think on it for a minute. âYou do always look good, but you look especially good right now⊠you should wear your hair curly more often, baby. It suits you so much.âÂ
He put the towel down over his shoulder and turned around to look at you again, raising his eyebrows. âYou think so? Or is it just because Iâm shirtless, freshly showered and wearing nothing but a towel that makes you think that?â
You smiled to yourself as he walked closer to your side of the bed and sat down on the edge of it so he was closer to you. You reached forward to touch the curls, even though they were still wet.Â
âI mean, that certainly has something to do with it, but itâs not the only reason I love when your hair is all curly,â you admitted. âIâm just saying, maybe you should look into how to style it and keep the curls in longer. I certainly wouldnât be opposed to you doing thatâŠâ
Joaquin chuckled to himself. âOkay, angel. Iâll take your word for it.â
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Joaquin holding your handbag for you.
One of the many things you loved about Joaquin was that he never thought twice about things that you asked of him. He was so head over heels in love with you that he would do anything for you â holding your handbag was like second nature to him.
âBaby,â you pulled him aside as the two of you started to walk out of the restaurant.
Youâd come out to dinner with your co-worker and their partner, a double date, and realised you needed to use the bathroom before you left. It was going to be at least another half hour before you got home.Â
Joaquin looked at you, a little bit of worry in his eyes. âYou okay?â
âYeah, Iâm just gonna go to the bathroom, will you wait for me here?âÂ
He nodded and you started to walk away before he realised you were still holding your handbag. He didnât hesitate before hurrying after you. âAngel, give me your bag.âÂ
You turned around upon hearing his voice. âOh, you wanna hold it? I can just take it in there with me, I donât mind.â
Joaquin stared at you and held out a hand for you to place the bag into. He didnât need to say anything for you to give in and take the bag off your shoulder before placing it in his hand. He walked back over to where your co-worker was waiting while you were in the bathroom, slinging the bag over his shoulder as he did.
There wasnât a single moment that he cared about the fact that he was an adult man, well dressed in one of his nicest suits with your handbag over his shoulder. All he cared about was that you could go to the bathroom without worrying where to leave your bag and that everything inside of it was safe.Â
Even when someone walked past him and gave him a strange look, he didnât blink.
When you rejoined them a few minutes later, you tried to remove the bag from Joaquinâs shoulder but he shook his head. âI can carry it till we get to the car, angel,â he said, reaching down with his other hand to take yours as you followed your friends out of the restaurant.Â
You donât know if you could love him any more if you tried.Â
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'Open When' Letters From Bakugo



Open When It's Valentine's Day
Tch. You think Iâd let some stupid holiday go by without doing something better than anyone else? Donât get the wrong idea, Iâm not doing this for you to think Iâm some romantic sap. But you are important to me, and if thereâs one thing I canât stand, itâs being second-rate at anythingâso yeah, Iâm going all out for you today.
Iâm not about to do the clichĂ© crap like some lame-ass, handing over flowers and chocolates like some idiot. Nah, Iâm doing it MY way. And donât you dare say I went overboard or anything. You deserve the best. Thatâs just how it is. Iâm the best, and if Iâm gonna be with you, Iâm gonna make sure you know it.
You think you deserve less than that? No way in hell. So expect something thatâll blow your mind, even if Iâm not gonna admit I put in effort. I do things right, and this isnât gonna be any different.
Donât get all sentimental on me. Iâm still your Katsuki, and Iâm not gonna start acting like some lovesick fool. But donât you forget whoâs putting all this effort in for you. This isnât about some stupid holiday; itâs about you being worth every damn bit of it. You donât get half-assed stuff from me, ever. So donât even think about acting ungrateful. Iâm the best there is, and Iâm gonna make sure you remember that today.
Happy Valentineâs Day, I guess.
â Katsuki
P.S. If you even think about complaining that itâs âtoo much,â Iâll make sure next yearâs is even worse. So shut up and enjoy it.
(Let's pretend i'm not too late for this one lol)
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Holy mackerel, I did not think people were still into this post
Today's update is a huge one.
Literally my life has made several gigantic swings. My goodness yall strap in cuz we're going for a ride.
I have a polycule now. I'm not sure when the last actual update was, but I've been doing a bit of online dating ever since...idk maybe for about a year now
I have known I was polyamorous since before I started this blog. But I never knew my love life would or even could go as deep as it has
As... as of right now I have a dozen people who I call my partners and probably more than two dozen in a giant poly cluster in varying states somewhere between friendship and "we could not imagine our lives without each other and we've changed each other for the better but technically we're not dating cuz life is complicated but it's cool cuz we're happy and anyway we love each other"
Multiple people have literally altered their entire life plan as a result of meeting me
I... how is that even.... like that's so easy for me to say and so obviously true that I can't not mention it in a big life update like this.... but it also seems insane to say!!! Changed lives? With an s? Multiple lives? And these are people all over the world! The implications! Friggin' army of hot queers! I love yall so much!
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So.. what else.. money...I still need to finish making the master-post for "The Master's Quest: Meet Annabella"
I really need to sell that book more, along with finishing and publishing the second book of the series. I really need to make my own way in the world. I've got to actually make it as an author because there's a LOT riding on me continuing to have the ability to care for people close to me
I've moved. I have a nice new apartment that's bigger than the house I used to have
At least one of my partners wants to move in with me and we're making arrangements to make that work for everyone.
I have a discord server that I'm looking at taking public so that yall can get to know me better... and so that we can build a lovely community that works as well as my private friend group. I'm really good at running these communities, so it should be really good. I just need to make sure I have moderation in place so that it doesn't disrupt my entire life
I've gotten really good at making soul food, and I realized I'm the matriarch of my own online family... meaning I'm closer to becoming "Big Mama" than I ever thought I'd be at this age
Like
I'm the Big Mama of my internet family... that's huge
Oh and I've started gaming again! I play a lot of Warframe and Baldurs Gate 3 at the moment! It's so fun!
Also I stream on Twitch! Come hang out with me while I play Warframe! I'm probably gonna start playing every other Thursday thanks to my not-quite-a-partner
There's been a lot of stupid stuff too. My doctor hasn't updated my sick leave. I met a girl locally who I thought was cool, only for her to trap me in a looping conversation for a day and a half and treat me like crap when I tried to leave, and lots of people misunderstanding my intentions on so many things
But honestly forget all that
Because my life has improved SO FREAKING MUCH
And continues to get better and better and better
I've never felt so loved in my entire life
Yall feel free to follow @rikkibelle6 @jadethebunny @bwrtrain113 @silentrhow @icyravensflint I love yall so much
I guess I'll see yall in a few months and we'll see where we are then đ„°đ
You know the great thing about my Tumblr?
I'm invisible. Nobody sees me. I'm essentially talking to the void. This will get no notes.
Watch this:
I'm trans. I'm a girl and I'm SUPER bisexual. I like everybody. Girls are hot. Guys are hot. NBs are hot. Trans people are hot. I like to dress and act and be really super girly and I love flirting with people. It doesn't matter cuz this will get zero notes just like everything else I post on here.
Screw it. I'm not even done

This is me. A black trans bisexual.
I wrote an Ace/Aro person into my book. A trans person too. And one of the guys is gay. He literally has a big flirting scene with a guy in the book. It's pretty strongly suggested that they banged. As the author I can tell you; they did. It's the only sex scene even hinted at in the book and it's gay af.
Wanna know a secret? I think I've been in bed with a famous person. It's so crazy because I'm so terrible at famous people there's no way I'd have known who he was unless he straight up told me. But I did get the inkling he was somebody important by him talking about his soho apartment in New York. And the fact that he was staying in one of the nicest and most expensive hotels in Houston at the time.
And yes,bbtw. I was not aware of my being trans yet. And he was a man. This was a gay interaction. A very gay interaction. I'm bi. But you don't care cuz you're not even reading this.
Anyway yeah I love Tumblr. Nobody notices me
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mind games. | ln4 | pt.3

Pairing: Lando Norris x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: The race debrief and the after party are both some of your favorite parts after a good race but it seems like Lando your mind is ruining it for you.
Includings: Dark!Lando Norris, gaslighting to the max, distorted reality, anxiety/stress, power dynamics, tension, hinting towards a panic attack near the end, paranoia ( what's new lol )
An: I think this is my fave chapter I've written so far @slutforvoldy
The debrief room, like always was very lively. Multiple reporters and journalists trying to get a question or two in for the podium winners. You were sat between Max and Lando, tapping your nails against your microphone as you tried to pay attention to any questions that were specifically towards you or for all of you.
"[Y/n] how do you feel about that race? Going from P13 to P2 must have been exhilarating." One of the journalists commented and you nodded your head with a warm smile, a genuine one that you hadn't felt in a while.
"Yeah, yeah, it feels amazing. I was really worried I wasn't gonna be able to pick it up but thanks to my amazing strategist and engineers, I'm sitting here with these guys." You giggled. "Which is kind of a punishment."
"Hey!" Max laughed, playfully shoving your shoulder and Lando nudged you with his shoulder as the three of you laughed together.
And for once, you felt at easeâlike a weight had been lifted from your shoulders, the tight knot in your chest finally unraveling. The heavy rock that had sat in your stomach for so long was gone, leaving behind a lightness you almost didnât recognize.
Maybe you were just stressed lately and this win and debrief was just what you needed.
But just as you began to settle into that rare sense of peace, a singular question circled in your mind like a shark in the water, lurking beneath the surfaceâwaiting for the perfect moment to strike.
"Lando, why did you back off on Lap twenty-three instead of defending?"
He had stopped laughing, he now looked confused as he made eye contact with the interviewer who asked the question. "What?"
"You barely put up a fight. She came up the inside and you.." He had gestured. "Just let her through?"
Lando tilted his head. "Did I?"
You froze, your grip tightening around your microphone.
A few murmurs passed through the room, giving each other glances of confusion. Everyone in that room had seen the race and even if they didn't there was a replay of the moment as one of the journalists had it on their phone already to show.
The three of you leaned forward to watch the footage and sure enough, there it was. Your car driving down the inside, Lando's car holding steady before easing back just enough to let you slip by.
It was quiet for a bit before Max spoke up to try and ease the slight tension in the room. "Yeah, mate what was up with that."
He shrugged. "That's not how I remember it."
The air felt tight again. Like there wasn't enough for you to inhale and exhale. You turned to him, searching his face, but there was nothing. No flicker of uncertainty. No nervous twitch. Just an easy, unreadable calm.
"Lando." The interviewer sighed, rubbing his temples. "We're literally rewatching it right now."
Lando leaned forward, studying the footage like he was seeing it for the first time and hadn't done it about an hour ago. He hummed. "I don't know, it looks like I covered the inside pretty well."
The room fell silent again, hushed whispered and mumbles spreading throughout before your voice cut through it with clear denial. "That's not what happened."
He turned his gaze to you, slow, careful. His eyes bored into yours and he tilted his head, similar to how he had done earlier like he was testing you. "Are you sure?"
Something cold curled in your blood.
"Lando." You said his name slowly, like coaxing a confession from a liar who wasn't ready to break. "We were in that fight. I know you didn't defend, it's so clear."
He held your stare for a second too long before his lips curled into a smirk.
He smirked.
To anyone else it was playful but you knew it was deliberate, calculated even because it was the exact same one you recalled seeing in your rearview mirrors when you passed him.
"Funny how memories work, huh?" He chuckled, raising his brows. "One of us must be misremembering, shame it's you."
His words landed like a gut punchâsharp and undeniable. How he chuckled right after made it settle in like a twist of a knife, slow and deliberate.
Murmurs of amusement rippled through the room. Someone even laughed and the interviewer that brought it up mumbled something about watching it incorrectly then. His PR manager let out a sigh of relief from the side.
You swallowed hard.
They didn't see it. They didn't see him. They didn't see how he was so clearly lying through his teeth.
But now he wasn't only just lying to you. He was lying to Max. To the media. To anyone who would end up hearing this interview.
And worst of all.
He was doing it with that fucking smirk.
â
The after party was everything that it always was. Loud from all the yelling and singing, glittering, a swirling mess of neon lights and dancing bodies brushing against each other or pressed too close. Music throbbed through the air, bass heavy enough to shake beneath everyone who was dancing.
You should have been enjoying yourself. You had an amazing race, going from P13 to P2, points for the team and a 1-2 podium you should have been walking around like you owned the place.
But instead you were leaning against the wall with your drink cold in your hand, condensation slipping between your fingers as you tried to focus on anything else besides that feeling that you hadn't been able to shake off since the race debrief.
You shifted your weight, exhaling softly. You needed to stay calm and you needed to at least try and look like you were enjoying yourself. You needed to ignore the thoughts creeping in, the ones whispering that something was wrong, that nothing was making sense.
A hand wrapped around your wrist, jolting you from your overbearing thoughts.
"Alright enough brooding." Max urged, tugging you towards the dance floor. "You look like you're trying to solve world hunger over here."
You opened your mouth to protest but before you could Max had waved his hand at you dismissively, a clear sign that he didn't want to hear any excuse you were about to come up with. "You need to loosen up."
"I'm fine." You nearly spat for what felt like the millionth time today.
Max rolled his eyes. "No you're not. You're standing there like you just saw a ghost or something. We just won, remember? Try acting like it."
You wanted to. You really did.
The Redbull driver pulled you onto the dance floor before you could argue any further, laughter and music surrounding you almost instantly. The bass pounding beneath your feet, vibrations travelling up your spine. Max was grinning, smiling and spinning you around a few times as you playfully rolled your eyes at him.
Eventually you let yourself move with the rhythm despite your nerves working against you. You let the energy of the room take over your nerves.
Max pointed to your almost empty drink, offering to get another order of what you had and gin and tonic for himself. You nodded, giving him a thumbs up before you watched as he moved through the crowd and made a B-line to the bar.
You continued to sway along to the music, sipping on what was left in your cup. For a few fleeting moments you almost believed that you could down out the unease curling in your gut
And then you felt a hand on your waist.
Smelt a scent that was close to familiar but not quite.
And heard a voice too close to your ear.
"Couldn't let you dance alone now could I?"
You stiffened before you even turned.
His grip was light, gentle even but the way he pressed against her and leaned a little too close for comfort made her stomach turn.
"Breathe." He murmured, his voice barely audible over the music and the sound of your own heart beating against your chest. His fingers tapped against your waist. "Though I'm not sure you really can in this dress."
"Yeah..not really." You mumbled, a nervous giggle leaving your lips. You were fine. You were okay. Until your gaze dropped down to his hands which were comfortably situated on your hips. But then you saw it.
Your ring.
The one you swore up and down you lost.
It was just there on his ring finger like it belonged there. Like it was his.
Your stomach had dropped.
Lando must have noticed the small shift in your body language because he leaned a little bit closer, his fingers brushing against your waist in slow, comforting circles. "Something wrong?" He questioned, tilting his head slightly.
You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. The words tangled somewhere between your lungs and throat, suffocating under the weight of realization.
The music swelled around you two, bass-heavy and relentless, as if mocking your silence. Laughter rang from the bar. Glasses clinked. The world kept spinning, oblivious to the way yours had just tilted off its axis. No one noticed the way your body had gone rigid in Landoâs grasp. No one saw the way your fingers twitched, hovering between fight and flight.
But Lando noticed.
His grip remained steady, fingers pressing against your waist in a way that felt both grounding and suffocating at once. Not tight enough to trap you, but firm enough to remind you he was there.
The ring glinted again under the strobe lights, a flicker of silver that felt like a slap to the face. The same ring you had lost. No, the same ring that had gone missing. It hadnât been misplaced. It wasn't hiding somewhere in your home or purse. You had searched for it, turned your place upside down, convinced it was your own mistake.
But it wasnât.
Lando shifted slightly, just enough for his breath to ghost against the shell of your ear. He was waiting for you to react, waiting to see how you would play this. The smirk on his lips wasnât just amusementâit was knowledge. Confirmation.
You swallowed, trying to force your lungs to work properly, but it was useless. The walls of the club felt like they were pressing in, the air too thick, the lights too bright. Your heart wasnât beating rightâit was stumbling over itself, struggling to keep up with the panic clawing its way up your throat.
Landoâs hold on you didnât falter.
The smirk didnât waver.
And for the first time all night, you couldnât breathe.
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Perfect
Jude Bellingham x Reader
Summary: After an offhand comment makes your insecurity flare up, you try to brush it offâbut Jude sees right through you. He wants to make sure you never doubt yourself again.
Warnings: angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort, insecurity, self-esteem issues, cosmetic surgery (mentioned)
A/N: Sorry this is kinda short, someone requested this but I can't remember who I'm SO SORRY. This starts quite angsty but has a happy ending. I love Jude sm, and he's such a lil sweetheart in this.
WC: 1.5k
The stadium is buzzing, the stands are a sea of voices chanting Judeâs name, roaring every time he touches the ball. He moves with all precision and control in the world, turning defenders inside out in the most effortless way. You watch, breath caught and fingers curled around the edges of your seat.
Heâs incredible. Then again, of course he is.
You barely notice the looks anymore, the way people recognise and glance at you, the quiet murmurs that follow whenever you walk through the stadium. Now it just feels like background noise. But some things are always harder to ignore.
Halftime comes, and you slip down to the VIP lounge, weaving through polished tables and conversations that hum beneath the clinking of glasses. Youâre not paying attention, at least, you weren't until you heard your name.
âSheâs sweet, but honestly, I thought Jude would be with someone⊠I donât know. Prettier?â
The words stop you dead in your tracks, you heart stopping for a slip second.
You donât turn, donât react. Maybe you misheard.
âSheâs not ugly,â another voice chimes in, as if that would soften the blow. âIt's just⊠when you picture someone like Jude, you expect, I don't know⊠a model or something.â
You swallow.
Itâs ridiculous how quickly something like that can sink its claws in. You try to ground yourself, but nothing stops the twisting in your stomach, the heat creeping up your neck. You donât even know who said it. And if you're honest, you donât want to.
Still, the words stick.
For the rest of the match, you feel it. The weight of those words pressing in, the way they curl around your thoughts no matter how hard you try to shake them, no matter what you try to distract yourself with.
Jude plays brilliantly, and you smile, you cheer, you do everything youâre supposed to. You try to be there for him, but it's hard when all you can do is think about those two words, how you should be 'someone prettier.'
By the time the final whistle blows, itâs still there, sitting heavy in your chest. And you already know, youâre not just going to be able to brush this one off.
The ride home was quiet. Of course, you fawned over Jude. Told him how amazing he was, and asked him questions about the match, but still, the atmosphere was off.
When you get home you beeline for the bathroom, locking the door as you sink down onto the floor. You dial a number, and press your phone to your ear, smiling slightly as your best friendâs voice crackles through the speaker.
âI swear, people are so obsessed with running their mouths,â she huffs. âYou know itâs not true, right?â
You force a small chuckle as you pick at a loose thread on your sleeve. âI mean⊠yeah, obviously. Itâs just stupid. I donât even really know why I care.â
âBecause it was a nasty thing to say.â Her voice is sharp and protective. âI donât care if they were just some randoms at the match to say that 'Jude deserves a prettier girl' like youâre not quite literally the most gorgeous person? Itâs completely insane.â
Your stomach twists at the words, hearing them again. You swallow. âItâs not just that, though.â
Thereâs a pause. âWhat do you mean?â
You hesitate, your gaze fixed on a spot on the wall. âI mean, Iâve looked. At, you know⊠options.â The admission leaves a strange weight in your chest. âJust small things. Little tweaks. Just enough so people donât look at me and think...â
You donât finish the sentence.
Your best friend exhales sharply. âOkay... no. Now, Iâm not gonna tell you what to do with your own face, but you donât need to change a single thing. And you know Jude would lose his mind if he heard you talking like this.â
âYeah, well, he didnât hear it.â Your voice comes out quieter than you mean it to. âAnd he wouldnât get it anyway, I mean, he's perfect, everyone thinks so.â
She starts to argue, but you barely register it, the words turning to static in your ears. The comment from earlier plays on a loop in your mind, digging under your skin, and settling deep in your chest.
Jude deserves a prettier girl.
You donât hear the approaching footsteps. You donât notice the presence in the doorway. You definitely don't notice Jude standing on the other side of the door.
And Jude does hear it. Every single word.
Jude steps into the room, his eyes fixating on the way youâre curled up on the couch, staring out of the window. The soft light of the afternoon sun catches on your face, casting shadows across your face, but thereâs something distant in your gaze that he doesnât miss. He pauses in the doorway, watching for a moment, before stepping forward into the room.
âEverything okay?â he asks, his voice gentle but filled with concern.
You glance up, forcing a smile. âYeah, just really tired,â You reply, but the words fall flat, Jude doesn't belive you for a second. Heâs been around you long enough to know when somethingâs off.
He steps closer, leaning against the armrest of the couch, his gaze soft.
âYou sure? Youâve been kind of quiet since the match,â he adds, sitting down beside you, the space between you now shrinking.
You nod, but your heart isnât in it. The conversation with your friend earlier still echoes in your mind, a cruel reminder of the words you had tried to push away. They keep coming back, like a bad song on repeat you couldn't get out of your head, and no matter how hard you try to shake them, they wonât stop.
He watches you for a moment longer, then he leans in slightly, his voice lowering. âIs it because of what you heard earlier? About⊠what you were thinking?â
You stiffen, startled that he knows, even though you hadnât meant for him to overhear.
You look down, biting your lip.
The words youâve been holding back finally spill out, though they come out quietly, almost too softly for him to hear. âI⊠I was talking to my friend about... surgery,â you mumble, your voice barely audible.
Thereâs a moment of silence, heavy with unspoken things, before he shifts closer, closing the gap between you. He reaches out and gently tilts your chin up, his touch like a whisper against your skin.
âYou donât believe that, do you?â he asks, his voice low, the concern in his eyes sharpening, though his tone remains impossibly soft.
You donât answer at first. The words catch in your throat, and before you can stop it, the tears start to gather in your eyes.
Jude doesnât wait for you to say anything more. In one swift motion, he pulls you into his arms, holding you close as if heâs afraid you might break apart. His grip is firm, but tender, like heâs offering you something more than just comfort.
âHey, hey,â he murmurs into your hair, his voice steady and soothing. âYouâre more than enough, alright? More than anyone could ever deserve.â
He holds you like that for a while, the outside world fades away, and at that moment, only you two exist. You lean into him, feeling the warmth of his body, the steadiness of his heartbeat beneath your ear. He doesnât rush you, doesnât try to fix it all at once.
He just lets you cry, just holds you.
When the tears start to fade, your insides finally calm, and he pulls back slightly, enough to look into your eyes. His thumb gently brushes away the last of your tears, his gaze filled with nothing but care.
âYou donât ever have to doubt yourself,â he says, his voice soft but insistent. âNot with me. Youâre perfect, just as you are.â
"I love you, and only you. There is no part of you I would ever change. To me, you are the most beautiful thing in the world. Every morning, I look at you and wonder how I got so lucky. And every time I see you in the stands, you push me that little bit moreâbecause knowing you're there means everything. Seeing you like this breaks my heart. My darling, you are absolutely perfect, okay?"
You nod slowly, the ache in your chest easing just a little.
Jude exhales softly, pressing a light kiss to your forehead as he pulls you even closer. His warmth surrounds you, steady and firm, like heâs trying to shield you from every cruel thought lingering in your mind.
âYou believe me, yeah?â he murmurs against you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
Your fingers curl into the fabric of his hoodie. âIâm trying.â
He leans back just enough to look at you, his thumb brushing gently over your cheek. âThen Iâll keep telling you every day until you do.â
Yeah, you believe him.
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âIf you need bail, don't call me.â

» it's friday night, and you just want to let loose and forget about the feelings you've started to develop for your neighbor. when your friends suggest you all drop by the bar that said neighbor works at, you know you're in for a bizarre night.
» pairing: modern!Din Djarin x reader
» tags: au - modern day, bouncer!Din Djarin, non-descript f!reader, bar setting, alcohol consumption, violence, bar fight, reader gets grabbed/pulled, crushing, slow burn-esque
» author's note: is anyone really surprised i wrote another din fic? this is in the same universe as this fic, but it can be read as a standalone! truth be told, i want more bouncer!din so i'm sharing my hyper-fixation with you all :) a bit longer than my usual stuff and i had SO much fun writing this

You stood on the front steps of your building, your girlfriends already on the sidewalk talking about the bar you were visiting. As you closed the door behind you, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Without a second thought, you pulled it out of your pocket
†Be careful tonight.
A small smile spread across your face as you read the text. You were surprised Din remembered the offhand comment you made last night. As you passed each other in the hallway, you returning from work as he was headed out to start work, the two of you struck up a conversation.
"You workin' late again?" Din asked. His tall, built stature looked good in a black, long-sleeve shirt with a white club logo spread across his chest. That, along with black cargo pants that did all the right things to his hips had you looking right at his face.
Not that you weren't equally as flustered, but it was easier to get lost in those warm, brown eyes of his.
"Unfortunately. If my boss puts anymore on my plate, I'm gonna snap," you huffed with a roll of your eyes. "If I didn't love what I do, I'd leave and never return." You watched Din as he listened intently. He had a habit of watching your expression as you told him about the project you were assigned to take charge of.
"It's all for the right reasons," Din assured you. "Tomorrow's Friday, right? Make some plans and forget about work this weekend." As if this wasn't the beginning of what would be a long weekend for him. Thursday through Saturday was like a three-day-long Monday in his field. Still, he was always one to boost your morale when you needed it.
"You're right. Maybe I'll join the girls tomorrow night. Look, be careful at work, okay? I'm making a big pot of soup for this weekend, so you'll have some waiting on your counter when you get off," you told him.
"What kind? If it's another one of those recipes from your Aunt Carolyn, I'm revoking the spare key," Din warned. You found yourself in his apartment from time to time, whether to check on his cat, Grogu or leave an extra meal on the counter.
"It's a pumpkin soup recipe I found in a cookbook," you gave him a pointed look. "Anyways, go to work. If you need bail, don't call me."
You had all but forgotten the comment, but it was in Din's nature to pick up on those things. He had a knack for remembering details that even you had forgotten. You responded to his text as you made your way down the steps.
†I will be. I think we're going downtown. If we get home at the same time again, pretend we didn't see each other.
As you joined your friends on the street, you easily slipped into the semi-circle they had created.
"We were thinking of hitting that new bar across town," Monty suggested as you arrived. The others chimed in that they heard great things and the mention of the special they were having on drinks.
"Let's do it," you agreed. Your phone buzzed and you glanced in your pocket, just barely able to see the response.
†And miss my opportunity to talk with you? Not a chance.
You tried to bite back a smile. Fuck, he really did something to your head.
Din had saved your ass a few months ago when your coworker had given you the creeps. He gave a great performance, and the smoking gun came in the form of a passionate kiss in front of the man who no longer looked your way.
You were sure you had recovered from the kiss and could be completely normal about Din Djarin.
Ha. Best laid plans of Mice and Men, right?
Now, you were trying to not feel that flutter in your chest that happened every time you so much as thought about him
"We should hit that place just around the block and pregame so we party as soon as we get to the other club," Stella offered. "We're gonna take a cab anyways, so why not do a couple of lemon drops then call the cab?"
The group all agreed in varying degrees. You muttered a small 'yeah, that sounds good' as your friends already began to move in that direction. Now you had to face Din directly after receiving that text.
You decided to just let it go, and enjoy the moment. As you all turned the corner, your chest felt tighter with each step towards the bar. It was a busy spot that had been known for one too many bar fights when things got too heated inside. While it wasn't your favorite spot to grab a drink at, you got to see Din in moments like these.
Before, tonight would have been just a friend dropping by to see another friend at work. It was one of your favorite things to do when you got the chance. It was so endearing and a pleasant surpriseâ you know, before you experienced the cataclysmal feeling that was Din Djarin's kiss.
The girls filtered into the bar and you held the door open for them. Each of them took out their licenses for the bouncer you almost didn't want to look at. His chuckle was enough to break your will, the way your head snapped in Din's direction. Your friend made a witty joke that had him shaking his head as he gave a lighthearted laugh.
You watched as he took each ID and examined it as he listened to the group. If you knew Din, he was also listening for any excitement in the bar. He took his job very seriously, which you had learned early on.
When the two of you first began exchanging work stories, he mentioned what it was like to do his job. Every time he came to dinner with a work story, you listened with bated breath. He spared no detail, which you appreciated.
"We don't serve your kind here," Din held his hand out for your ID. "Don't take kindly to you." You smiled and rolled your eyes as you handed it to him. His warm gaze felt searing hot, the smirk on his lips tattooed into your skull. How had one simple kiss put you into such a tailspin?
"What kind is that, Djarin?" You smirked and snatched your ID out of his hand once he gave it back to you. He chuckled again as his arms crossed over his chest.
"Deadly. Now go have fun, and don't make come find you," Din winked. All of the girls thanked him before they headed straight for the bar. You watched them glance over their shoulders, the way they noticed you lingered behind.
"You shmooze all the ladies that come in?" You kept your usual demeanor when you talked to him. At least, you tried. You looked less at his face and more at anything else you could put your eyes on.
"Part of the job," Din shrugged. "What, is it working on you?" While you rolled your eyes again, you knew that deep down, it was.
"In your dreams. We're just pregaming here, then we're taking a cab to that place on 22nd," you explained. Din never took his eyes off of you as you spoke to him. He nodded along as if he had been hooked on every word that came out.
"Sounds thrilling," Din gave a straight-laced look. You gently smacked his arm.
"It will be. Bye, Din." You adjusted your purse over your shoulder. With a smile and a wave of a hand, you began to head back to your friends. Before you got too far, you felt a warm hand on your arm that stopped you in your tracks. Without a word, you turned over your shoulder to look at Din.
"If you need bail, don't call me." The shit-eating grin on his face sent you whirling around and playfully smacking his chest. For a moment, he was just your stupid friend who happened to live across the hall. Not whatever your mind had morphed him into.
"You're a dick! Bye!" You both laughed as you finally left him to keep at his job. Your mind reeled on your way to the bar, which your friends had settled at. Silently, you slipped into the group and ordered a drink.
"Is that the guy you're head over heels for?" Monty asked once you settled next to her. You bit your lower lip and nodded.
"Yeah, that's the one. God, that kiss really did me in. Why did he have to be so chivalrous?" You leaned your arms on the bar, your fingers fiddling with a napkin.
"He's got a thing for you," Quinn chimed in next to you. "I saw the way he looked at you." You bit back a groan; you were sure your friends were trying to kill you.
"Enough of this! Can we discuss it at the place he doesn't work at? You know, in front of his coworkers." You motioned to the woman who stood behind the bar, right in earshot as she made a drink. She seemed to be focused on the cocktail, but you knew how to listen while looking oblivious.
"We're talking about this in the cab. That's the compromise." Monty's look left you little room to argue back. You sighed and muttered that you'd talk about it in the cab before you took a long swig of your drink.
The conversation finally steered to Stella's thesis work, and you were thankful. It was nice to take your mind off of the whole thing, if only for a drink or two. You were also thankful your view of Din was obscured by the patrons that seemed to pour in.
As you listened to Melrose finish her review of the new movie she watched, you noticed a shift in the corner of your eye. You turned and realized it was two men at the end of the bar whose voices began to rise over each other. They were throwing arms around and shifting as the dispute began to grow.
"Oh shit, bar fight! We get to see the boyfriend in action," Stella winked as she leaned on the bar to watch.
You began to retort that he wasn't your boyfriend when you felt a sharp yank as you were almost dragged out of your seat. You yelped in pain and stumbled to your feet. Before you could gather the words to say, you quickly realized you were grabbed by people wrapped in the fight.
"That's enough." You had only heard that voice once, and it sent a shiver down your spine. While you knew things weren't in your favor at the moment, you knew you had Din to show up when you needed him most.
Whoever had grabbed your arm, a patron who egged on whatever argument was at hand, suddenly let you go as he was dragged off the stool next to you. Din held him by the back of his shirt and slammed them forward, his chest thudded as it hit the metal rod on the edge of the bar. You jumped back right in time before the man landed at your feet. He was still conscious, but barely.
You stood frozen against the bar, your eyes on Din as he turned towards the idiots who were in a slapfight. Even the ache in your arm couldn't pull you away from the sight of him shoving them out of the bar. He moved with such intensity, his face set in a hard scowl as his hands threw them both out of the front door.
As soon as the men were sent out, Din right behind them, the patrons quickly tried to return back to their previous activities. You took a moment to reorient yourself before you moved your arm. It strung, but it wasn't anything serious.
"Are you okay? That looked so painful," Monty guided you away from the man who was laid out at your feet. You nodded, your injured arm tucked close to your body.
"I'm okay. I'm just thankful he didn't pop my arm out of the socket. That was terrifying," you muttered the last part under your breath. "What was that guy even thinking? Neither of us were involved in the fight."
"We should just leave. I think we'd be better off at the other club anyways." You felt your stomach lurch at the notion. The bar fight put a sour taste in your mouth, and you worried that if a fight broke out at the other club, you wouldn't have a 6'2 bouncer who felt like your own personal guard dog.
"Yeah, let's get out of here. Next time, no pregaming," Stella suggested before she turned to you. "You okay? You still wanna go out?" She wore a calm expression, a soft smile that made you feel better.
"I won't let some idiot ruin my night. Let's bounce." You gathered yourself and led the girls out of the bar. Din wasn't back at his usual post, and you hadn't noticed him amongst the crowd, which meant he was probably still outside.
You were right. Din stood at the edge of the sidewalk as he talked to one of the men. He had that same intense look, and you weren't sure what he was saying, but it looked harsh from where you stood. Monty went to flag down a cab while the other girls moved to steer clear of the scene.
Din glanced up when he noticed you moving with your friends. He said something and clapped the guy's shoulder as he pushed past him. You stayed in your spot, feet glued to the ground. As he got closer, your heart began to hammer in your chest.
"You okay? I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner. Got warned about barreling through bystanders," Din muttered the last bit to himself as he looked you over. You felt his gaze on you, the way his hand gingerly brushed over the bruise that had begun to form.
"I'm okay. You know, if you keep saving my ass, I'm gonna start getting used to it," you joked. You hoped a little humor would ease some of the tension between his shoulders. It didn't, but you noticed the way they shifted up and down as he huffed out a single chuckle.
"Then that means I'm doing something right. You still gonna go out?" Din let go of you before he crossed his arms over his chest. He was a wall of a human from top to bottom, wide chest and thick legs that demanded space.
You nodded and adjusted your bag on your shoulder. Even as you spoke, the ache in your arm dulled. By tomorrow, you would have a bruise and feel a bit tender. You had faced worse on a Friday night.
"I'm not gonna let some idiot ruin all the fun," you assured him. "I didn't do all of this just to go home early." You motioned to your outfit and hair. Din's chuckle rang in your ears, past the whistle of the windy night and the sound of the city nightlife around you.
"Atta girl," Din gave a slight smile. "Go have fun. Don't let some jerk-off take that away." You didn't try to hide your smile as you looked at him. Fuck, he looked just as hot here as he did when he stepped in to help you.
"Thank you. Have a good night at work. Hopefully, you'll do a lot less of that tonight." You motioned to the man he had spoken to, who was ranting to his friends who had gone out to talk to him. Din gave a slight shrug in response.
"Let's not ask for miracles," he said.
"Hey, our cab is here," Stella called to you. You assured her you were coming and looked back to the bouncer.
"Good night, Din." You hugged yourself as you slowly stepped away from him. As you took a step back, he took a step toward you. You quickly realized Din was walking you to the cab, especially when his hand lightly touched your lower back as you climbed in. He held the car door open and leaned in.
"Call me when you get back to the house, if you remember," Din told you before he looked at your friends. "Be careful. Keep an eye out, okay?" The girls all chimed in with various assurances and thanks. He glanced back down at you, his eyes lingered on you for a moment.
"I'll call you," you replied. Before he closed the door, he held the top of the cab and leaned down to kiss your cheek. It was brief, and you felt the scratch of his beard before you even registered that his lips were against your skin. By the time it clicked, the door had been closed shut and the car started down the road.
"Yeah, he definitely doesn't have feelings for you," Monty said sarcastically.
"He's so in love, it's kind of cute." Melrose grinned as she clasped her hands together. She was the hopeless romantic of the group. Most of the time, you just brushed off her musings but this one sunk into your mind, as did every other comment your friends offered.
The talk of Din and his actions was the hot topic for the rest of the night. You had given up on trying to stop them after you made it to the second bar. Instead, you had another drink and chimed in when it was appropriate.
While they stayed on it for some time, the conversation finally redirected to another subject and you swore you could have cried from relief. Your mind was trying to piece together any bits of logic you could grasp, but every piece of evidence from the girls only made it more confusing.
By whatever luck, everyone agreed that it was time to dance and actually enjoy the night out. You let your mind slip as you joined your friends on the dance floor. Between the music and cocktails, you finally felt the weight lift off your shoulders. For the rest of the night, you let go and do what you had intended to from the start. Have fun with your friends.
As much fun as it was, you had hit your wall once the buzz had finally worn off. You and Quinn were the first to leave, a plan to share a cab because the two of you were on the same street. The rest of the group decided to stay out a bit later, which you wished them the best of luck on. You hailed a cab once you and Quinn made it outside.
"For the record, I think you and Din would be nice together," Quinn said once the two of you had settled into the car. You looked up from your phone and smiled.
"You think so?" You asked. Quinn nodded, though they didn't tear their eyes away from the window as they said it.
"I do. You two have something that I don't think either of you can see." You tried to decipher what they meant, but without their expression to go off of, you were lost.
"I think I understand what you mean," you wondered aloud. "I don't see it, but I can feel it. When I'm around him, it feels like there's a live wire in my chest. Ever since that stupid kiss, it's like I get a hot flash and my legs feel fucking useless."
"Sounds like something you don't want to admit." Quinn glanced at you before they let the cab driver know their apartment was the first building on the next road coming up. Their expression said it all.
You were falling in love. You were fucked.
"I hate it when you're cryptic and correct," you grumbled.
The cab rolled to a stop once at Quinn's building. You exchanged a quick goodbye hug before they headed upstairs. Once they were inside, the cab continued to the other end of the block where you lived. You paid the driver and gathered your things before you headed inside.
As you stepped into the elevator, you called Din as promised. It was rang once before the other line picked up.
"Calling it a night so early? It's barely even 2am." You practically heard his smirk through the receiver.
"What can I say? My party animal days are behind me," you mused. "Now, the exciting part of my night is going home and getting into my pajamas." Din knew well enough that you weren't one to party all night.
"Yeah? Me too." You shared a chuckle at his comment. You tucked your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you unlocked the door to your apartment. It was a welcoming sight after the night you'd had.
"You only have a few more hours to push through," you assured him. "I wanted to thank you for getting that guy off of me. I still don't understand why he grabbed me. It's not like either of us were part of the fight." You heard some shuffling on Din's side, the music growing more distant.
"That happens, unfortunately. Idiots with nothing else to do find a way to center the fights around themselves. They're willing to take others down with them, and you were caught in the crossfire." There was a brief silence before Din spoke again.
"I wish I had gotten there sooner. The fact that you even got hurt at all is bullshit," he sighed. You were able to pick out something in his voice, but it was hard to pinpoint. Most would have taken it as regret, but you knew Din's tone. It was regret, mixed with... anger, maybe?
"It could have been a lot worse," you pointed out. "The guy could've tossed me clear across the bar and I'd have a broken skull." You hoped the absurdity was enough to get a chuckle out of Din, but the gruff noise he made told you he did not find it amusing.
"I'd rather not think about what else could have happened." You put your phone on the speaker as you shuffled around your apartment. As you talked, you went through the motions of your personal closing shift. Everything was locked up, and you headed straight for your bedroom.
"Then lets drop it," you offered. "I'm okay and in one piece. There were no other fights at the club, if it makes you feel any better." You peeled off your outfit and dug around in your drawer for a set of pajamas.
"Good. Your friends had fun? Did you have fun?" Din asked. You smiled, now donned in an oversized shirt and a set of shorts.
"We had a lot of fun. They all gushed over you, you know? You're like their knight in black cargo pants," you mused. "If you're looking to catch someone's eye, just break up a bar fight." You heard a slight chuckle on the other side of the receiver.
"Good to know. Yeah, Bo told me she overheard you and your friends." You felt a pit in your stomach. You knew better than to mention your feelings in public, let alone a foot away from one of Din's friends. How were you going to handle this?
"Yeah? What did she tell you?" You tried to remain calm and collected, but internally, you were on red alert. How long had he been sitting on this information? What information was he even sitting on? Questions swirled around in your head as you crawled under the covers.
"She mentioned something about 'head over heels' and 'chivalrous', but that was it. Why, got something to confess?" You heard his smile through the phone. He had to know more than he was letting on. If he knew you were the one lamenting about your crush on him, you'd lay in traffic.
"Oh, fuck off. Don't you have a job to do or something? Another person to save from a bar brawl?" You tried to deflect from the magnifying glass that was Din's question.
"Alright, alright. I'll conceded," Din sounded amused. "I need to get back to work. Dinner at my place tomorrow?" It felt like a game of cat and mouse, the way you barely slipped out of the grasp of his claws. If he knew, he wasn't letting on and you weren't going to stick your nose in the one place you shouldn't.
"I'll be there. Good night, and don't do anything stupid. Leave that to the patrons." You turned out the lamp on your bedside table, the only light in the room came from the glow of your phone.
"I'll try to remember that. Good night, sweetheart." Din hung up shortly after. You stared at the phone as the call ended and it quickly faded to black. He had never called you that before. Hell, outside of your name and dumbass, he didn't call you much of anything.
Sweetheart?
You collapsed onto the pillow with a sigh and a hammering heart. Yeah, you were done for.
You were in love Din Djarin.
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Second Chances Pt.2
Dog-hybrid 141 x Autistic-coded reader
Your world is turned upside down, when a stalker forces you to adopt a support-hybrid, leading you to meeting his friends and possibly biting off more than you can chew.
Word Count- 2600
Warnings- minor stalker/stalking, threats of violence, course language, descriptions of managed anxiety and depression, consumption of alcohol,
Master List

The next few weeks feel like a blur. You and John find your rhythm in the mundane things. He wakes up before you, making a pot of tea to share when you get up. You cook the both of you a well balanced breakfast, before doing the daily chores. Feeding your rabbit Pluto, doing a load of laundry, washing the morning dishes. You then take a short walk with him to your city center, dropping him off at the gym while you sit at a cafe across the road. You usually use this time to read, work on illustration commissions, or work on writing your books.
You sip on your iced-chocolate as you type away at your newest novel, a forbidden romance between a man cursed to be a werewolf and a woman disgusted with the world. You had your noise reducing earplugs in, so you didn't notice when an unwelcomed figure approached you from behind.
The tap on your shoulder frightens you, causing you to yelp and take out you ear plugs before turning around. There stands Derek, a guy you had only been on two dates with before he insisted on you 'spending the night' with him. As fucking if. Two measly pub meals, where you could barely even hear him over all the noise, and he thinks that's grounds for sex. What a fucking joke.
"Hay, I've been thinking about you lately. What a coincidence meeting you here," he smiles down at you. You try to stifle a grimace with little success, "Yeah.. I highly doubt that" you say bluntly before turning back to your laptop. He chuckles at you "You know, that dry humor of yours is gonna hurt someone's feelings one day".
You roll your eyes "Oh no" you say flatly. Derek chuckle again, before moving around you, sitting down across from you at your table. You look at him with annoyance, eyes wide and face twisted, like you just smelt something awful and slightly concerning.
"I don't remember inviting you to sit", "I just wanted to talk about how we left things..", "I don't want to talk to you. I'm no longer interested in you at all" you insist.
He nods his head slowly, pursing his lips in thought.
"I'm going to put my earplugs in now. I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to contact me anymore".
After he had tried to persuade you into spending the night with him, you turned your phone off and went device-free for a few days, just to clear your head. It disturbed you at how easily this man thought luring you to his house would be. And how casually he had lied about his true intentions with you. All that bullshit about 'building real connections', and being 'avidly against hookup culture'. He didn't give a shit about hookup culture, he liked hookup culture, he just wanted to trick you into participating. Which is super fucking wrong!
And once you turned your phone back on, you were bombarded with a bunch of freaky ass texts. 'Please I didn't mean it, I'm just having a rough time', 'You led me on, the least you could do is pay me back', 'Sorry about that last one I was drunk'.
What a fucking loser.
In the end you just decided to just block him with no explanation. But now heâs here, bothering you again.
You go to reach for your earplugs case, but he grasps your hand to stop you, âJust hear me outâ he insists. Your body tenses at the unwanted contact, like you just touched something mushy in the bottom of the sink. âLet go of my fucking hand!â You raise your voice at him, not aware of the onlookers around you. His grip tightens, coiling like a snake, âYou need to calm down, this isnât a big deal..â âLet go!â You stand abruptly. Your chest heaves with adrenaline, your heart pounding in your ears as you give him an fiery stare.
Derekâs face goes pale as he stares back at you, or really, as he stares over your shoulder. âEverything alright?â John steps up beside you. Unsurprisingly, Derek letâs go of your hand at the sight of your hulking hybrid friend. Fucking coward.
âEverythingâs cool man, no need to go all beast mode on meâ Derek laughs nervously, throwing his hands up in defeat.
John doesnât laugh, or really move at all, asides from hovering his hand over the small of your back. His pointed ears twitch as his sharp blue eyes remain focused on the man across from him.
Derek looks at you one last time before slowly backing away.
You let out a shuddered breath, you didnât know you were holding in, âThank youâ you whisper. Johnâs hand gently ghosts your back âYou alright?â, you nod in response âYeah just a bit shaken upâ.
âLetâs get you home thenâ he suggests quietly.
John hovers next to you as you pack away your belongings. Taking your bag and slinging it over his shoulder, he offers you his arm. Hesitantly, you place your hand on his thick forearm before beginning the walk back home.
From this position, you are made keenly aware of his altered physique. His form seemed larger, stretching his shirt tightly across his chest and bulging biceps. He also somehow seemed taller? You weren't sure, everything about him just seemed to be enhanced now, his features seemed sharper. John turns to look at you, snapping you out of your stare âEverything alright?" he asks.
You turn your head forwards, face flushing with embarrassment "Mhmm" you hum. Your heart beats uncomfortably fast and your stomach tingles with nerves. You weren't familiar with this bodily sensation. It felt somewhere between being happy and being anxious. You didn't like it. It was new, and new things frustrates you.
Finally arriving home, you let yourself in before making a B-line to your room. Stripping from your clothes, you quickly hop into the boiling hot shower, washing away any remaining feelings or smells of Derek. Despite that he only touched your hand, the fact that you didn't explicitly invite him to, makes you feel icky. Like, a full body disgusted, bugs crawling on the skin, slimy feeling, kind of icky.
The hot pelting water soothes your tense muscles, finally allowing you to relax.
Once youâve been sufficiently decompressed, you toddle out of the bathroom, putting on some fresh trackie pants and an oversized shirt, before making your way back downstairs to continue with the rest of your day. âAre you alright?â John stands from the couch when you enter the room. âYeah I just needed to clean myself, he had sticky handsâ your body physically shivers at the thought of Derekâs touch.
âAnyways, I was thinking maybe I should try to get in touch with your pack members, organise a meet up or somethingâ you swiftly change the subject, trying to put him out of your mind âSo you can socialise and allâ you say nonchalantly as you prepare lunch.
John stares for an uncomfortably long moment before nodding âI think thatâs a great idea. I know who you can email to make that happenâ
And after much back and forth emailing between you and Kate Laswell, she finally just offers to give you Simonâs number. Probably sick of being the middle man.
-Hi, this is (Y/N), Iâm Johns guardian. Just wanted to reach out and see if we could organise a catchup sometime. Let me know when suits you. Hope this message finds you well.
-This is Simon. Weâre free Saturday. Does the Duke Hotel at 1800 work?
-Yes! That works for us. Canât wait to meet you guys, weâll see you there!â€ïž
You werenât sure if it was appropriate to send the heart, but all well, youâre sure he gets the point.
Your body is practically buzzing when Saturday finally rolls around, with excitement or anxiety, you werenât sure. You pick out some casual and comfortable jeans, an oversized shirt that you tied at the front, your special âgoing outâ boots, and a large plaid shirt to throw over the top. Before making your way downstairs where John was waiting.
âReady to go?â He asks, dressed nicely in some casual jeans, a fresh tee, and a dark grey coat. âWell donât you look handsome, aye? Iâm ready to go when you areâ you say casually to him as you grab your purse off the hook. âCome onâ you march out the and into the cool night, heading towards your car. Having failed to make the appropriate level of eye contact for the conversation, you completely missed Johnâs flushed expression. He wasnât expecting you to compliment him so boldly and suddenly.
His tail stands stiffly in attention, his ears and eyes honed in to your movements as you walk past him to your car. Your earthy smelling body oil wafting through the air as you do. He watches you, like a predator stalking its prey. âHello? Are you coming?â You call out to him.
Shaking his body he lets the feeling dissipate. âNot the right timeâ he thinks to himself. Given your current situation and obvious sensitivities, John thought itâd be best to let any possible feelings have time to grow first. He wasnât blind though, he could see you were an attractive person, and just knew the boys would make a move on you tonight. The thought irritated him.
The drive to the hotel was short, parking just up the road the two of you hop out before making your way up the street.
John stopping you just outside the door âBefore we go in, I just wanted to say thank you, for putting in the effortâ he gazes down at you, hand pressed gently to your upper arm. As not to scare you off.
Your heart swells âOh thatâs alright. You need to socialise too ya know?â you laugh, slightly flustered and not entirely sure what to say. John smiles down at you before opening his arms slightly âCan I..â he trails off hesitantly. You nod your head enthusiastically before pulling him into a hug. His thick arms enveloped you tightly, pulling a squeak out of you as he gives you a squeeze. The pressure, along with his naturally high body temperature is comforting. Pair that with his general earthy-musky smell and youâre in sensory heaven.
Pulling away, you are left feeling more grounded than before. âLetâs not keep them waiting them, aye loveâ placing his hand on the small of your back, he leads you inside to a table where three dog-hybrids sit.
A Doberman-hybrid, with blond hair and brown eyes, wearing a dark hoodie and medical mask.
A German shepherd-hybrid, with dark curly hair, deep brown eyes and a trimmed moustache.
And a Cane Corso-hybrid with a brown mowhawk, and fresh cut facial hair.
âEvening ladsâ John pulls out your chair, before sitting down beside you. âItâs good to see you capâ the German shepherd-hybrid pats him on the shoulder. âI knew they couldnât break youâ the Cane Corso-hybrid smiles wildly at him, his thick Scottish accent echoes in your mind. The Doberman-hybrid doesnât say anything, but raises his beer to his friend.
âSo.. this is the lass taking care of youâ the Corso looks at you eagerly. âEasy there Soapâ John warns him.
âThis is (Y/N), sheâs my guardian nowâ, you smile at them shyly, suddenly forgetting your nerves âHi, itâs nice to meet you guysâ.
The three men size you up, the Scott sniffing the air intently. âThis is Kyle or Gaz, Simon also known as Ghost, and..â âAnd Iâm Johnny, or Soap if youâd preferâ he winks at you, offering his hand. Kyle scoffs at him âControl yourself mateâ.
You laugh nervously, shaking his much larger and rougher hand âYou guys have such interesting nicknamesâ
Johnny chuckles âAye, you wanna know how I got mineâ. Kyle groans. âShe doesnât give a shit mateâ Simon grumbles, shaking his head, âItâs cause I can clean up the enemyâ he boasts, flexing his pecs at the table. Mostly at you though. You and John laugh at their drunken antics.
The atmosphere was light tonight, with good drinks and easy conversation, you get along with Johnâs pack easily. However all those drinks have to catch up with your bladder at some point. âExcuse me for a momentâ you whisper to John, who nods in acknowledgment. Getting up, you make a B-line for the bathroom.
John turns to his pack once youâre out of hearing range, âI need you lads to do me a favourâ he says, his voice suddenly becoming serious. The three hybrids shift at their friendâs sudden change in attitude. âWhatever you need cap, weâve got youâ Johnny responds.
âI need you to deal with someone whoâs bothering her. Heâs becoming a problemâ John explains. âHuman?â Simon asks, John nodding in response. âSounds easy enough thenâ Simon chuckles.
âShe canât ever know though, got it?â John stares at each of them with a hard glare. They all nod in agreement.
âSo.. have you two mated yet?â Johnny grins cheekily at his pack mate. âPiss offâ John barks, causing the table to erupt with laughter. âI fuckin bet that you two wonât last more than two weeks without doin itâ Johnny teases.
âLeave him alone Johnny, youâre fuckin drunkâ Kyle points at him from across the table.
âYouâre wrong..â Simon says, capturing their attention, âThey wonât last more than one weekâ.
The men laugh loudly as you approach the table, letting out a long yawn as you sit back in your seat, the day finally catching up to you. "Seems like it's time for us to go lads" John says, rising from his chair he lends you a hand to stand. "Oh I'm fine if you want to stay out longer" you respond. "Nah It's getting late, we should head in too lass" Johnny insists. Shrugging, you take Johns' hand and stand up.
The groups shares some quick goodbyes before parting ways. The journey back home was a blur, stumbling through the door you kick off your boots before trudging tiredly upstairs. John following close behind. Entering your room, you quickly change into your nighties, ready to jump straight into bed.
However, a knock at your bedroom door interrupts you. Opening it up, John stands there awkwardly âI just wanted to say that Iâm grateful for tonight love. Thank youâ.
You pout at him, feeling tired, drunk, and sentimental. âOh John, itâs alrightâ you mumble, as you cuddle up to him for another hug. Hugging status unlocked. His strong arms embrace you again, rubbing comforting circles on your back. The sensation causing your eyes to droop and body to relax into him âYouâre not falling asleep are you?â His hot whisky breath fans across your face.
You grunt in response, causing him to chuckle.
He leads you back to your bed, opening up the covers for you to crawl under. You, letting out little giggles, as he tucks you in and kisses your forehead. âGood night loveâ he whispers to you, before sneaking out of the room.
John wanders off to his own room, settling in his bed for the night. His thoughts drift back to his friends and what they said earlier. They were wrong. John intended on waiting for you. He was a patient man, and knows that the best things in life take time to grow. And he was more than willing to wait for someone as good as you.
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What A Suprise

Summary: In which Ethan is always coming back to you, no matter the circumstance.
Track 5 of short n' sweet - coincidence
Warning! Drinking, mentions of cheating, and mentions of a toxic relationship.
A/N: thought about writing them to be toxic lowkey... so here's this!
Idrk know what genre this is so uh I'm just gonna take a guess and say angst-
But I can say the ending is open to interpretation, it can honestly be anything.
Ethan had gotten into another fight with his current girlfriend, it was obvious they were gonna break up soon.
Didn't help that Ethan was undressing you with his eyes as if his 'girlfriend' wasn't next to him.
You honestly could care less about the party, didn't want to go in the first place.
But of course your friends begged you relentlessly and eventually you gave in.
You swayed around with them, giggling as you did so, the buzz from the vodka in your system could feel Ethan's eyes no matter where he was.
You didn't want to give him the satisfaction right now as you came to have fun with your friends, not to be a second choice.
You and Ethan have been going back and forth for a couple of years, he hasn't realized how much he hurt you as it didn't matter.
You always came back to him in the end and vice versa. There was something about him that was so intoxicating.
You weren't ready for a relationship after getting cheated on by your ex and he respected that decision, but it was really pathetic by getting some random girl to be his girlfriend for the week to get you back in his arms.
That was low, even for him.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." You screamed over the music to yell at your friend who just nodded.
Ethan watched you with dark eyes as he trailed you to the bathroom, his pupils dilating as he watches your backside.
You were washing your hands when you heard the familiar knock, only one person would knock three times.
You opened the door slowly, it was Ethan standing on the other side. He obviously had something to drink.
"Need to use the bathroom?" You tried to be polite but the look in his eyes were luring.
Ethan shakes his head in refusal. "Can I come in?"
You debated with yourself mentally, but decided to let him in the bathroom.
"You're drunk, Ethan." You stated the obvious.
"Everyone's drunk." Ethan mumbles.
"I'm not doing this with you tonight." You sighed. "I'm taking you to your dorm, where's your girlfriend uh lily?"
"Ex-girlfriend." He corrects. "She broke up with me, said her ex was better."
"Let's get you back to the dorm." You put his arm on your shoulder, trying to steady him.
"Can I go to yours?" Ethan whispered. "Don't uh want the guys to see me like this."
You nodded. "Yeah, yeah, we can do that."
Really? You're gonna let him go to your dorm knowing what it will lead to when he's sober. Great job!
You thought as you mutter to yourself that "This was a stupid idea."
You two left the party and did the long walk to your dorm, not wanting to bug your friend and take her car just to pick her up again.
Ethan was mumbling to himself about everything and nothing at all.
You unlocked the door to your dorm and headed inside, you placed Ethan on your bed.
You got a glass of water and some pills for him to take in the morning, and placed it on the nightstand.
As you turned to leave, Ethan took ahold of your wrist. "Don't leave." He looked up at you with glossy eyes.
You tried to reason with him. "Ethan you're drunk, you aren't thinking straight."
"Maybe not before but I'm am right now." Ethan begged.
You sighed. "Just for tonight."
Ethan broke out in a grin and opened up his arms, you layed down without hesitation.
"Y/n?" Ethan mumbled.
You glanced up at him. "Yes?"
"You know I just want you right? No matter how hard it gets, I'll always wait for you." Ethan confessed.
You swore you felt your heart skipped a beat at his words, you can't help but feel like it's another trick.
You also can't help but feel like he's telling the truth and he means it.
"Ethan, what are you talking about?" You glanced up at him.
"They aren't you y/n, never can be." Ethan whispered. "I just want you. Let me prove it to you that I'm serious, serious about this, and serious about you."
You took in his words and let out a shaky breath, you don't know what gotten into him tonight and you definitely don't care enough to know.
"Goodnight Ethan." You spoke, slightly above a whisper. Not trusting your voice beyond that.
You've taken the moment to realize that Ethan never spoke like this to you when he was sober. Maybe he's lying, maybe he isn't. You didn't quite care about that though.
You're already getting loss in the bliss that is the man you knew would be beside you in your bed the next morning, you feel a sensation between your legs just thinking about it.

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ê© .á IN HIS DEFENSE... â
FT. DAD! LEON KENNEDY

ââ .⊠"It's only normal his brain went haywire at the sight of you, even if you were his own flesh and blood. Right?"
wc :: 1.4k
cw :: dddne, dad-daughter incest, fem!reader, panty stealing, very pervy and pathetic leon, male masturbation, extremely shitty porn titles, one? serious reference of suicide towards the end, probably spelling mistakes galore here idk anymore
note :: hi! I DONT CONDONE THIS IRL. moving on. also if you don't like this, dont read this and block me; it's as simple as that. this shouldnt come as surprising to see on my blog since it says in my pinned that there will be dark content here. but anyways, im surprised I actually wrote this and just didn't get lazy
Leon needs to be executed via firing squad. Forced to his knees one last time by as group of men but instead of a cumshot he just gets shot in the head.
But that's far into the future. Hopefully. Maybe.
"Dad! Are you even listening?" You sigh and poke him on the side of his face, your nose all scrunched up like he was a homeless man and not your father. Which at the moment, he wishes he was just a random homeless man and not your father.
"There's nothing behind that shit. Put it back," you huff, jabbing a thumb at the dryer he moved out of place so you can check behind it. Because after doing a load of laundry, you finally caught onto the fact your panties have been going missing.
It only took you a month to figure that out. At least you haven't connected the dots to figure out he was the one taking them.
In his defense, you came back from college as a total babe. Picked up the ways of sorority girls or something because you showed up at his door for summer break in miniskirts and tube tops with your tits nearly spilling out of the fabric. A lonely, divorced man like him was now graced with the presence of a girl that could have walked out of his favorite porno. It's only normal his brain went haywire at the sight of you after all this time, even if you were his own flesh and blood.
Right?
"I'm sorry, baby, but I don't know what to tell you." He clicks his tongue and acts all confused for you, even offering a head tilt like some stupid mutt. Funny enough, he's a pretty decent liar when he needs to be. He pushes the dryer back into place, swearing under his breath about some shits too fucking heavy or whatever, leaning against the machine and groaning from the dull ache in his back.
"Maybe I can give you some money to buy some new ones?" He offers, wanting to switch the topic before guilt starts creeping up on him and makes him a stuttering idiot. "You know Daddy can get you whatever you want? It's just one pair of underwear, right?"
"No, actually," you counter, folding your arms over your chest. Makes your tits squeeze together nicely in that stupidly small crop top of yours and his eyes wander. Only for a second, though, before they snap back to your annoyed face.
"I think at least five have gone missing."
Okay, he did not take that many. Or did he?
"That's so weird. Don't know how that can be happening." He lies through his teeth, and yup, he can feel the familiar stab of shame in his lower ribs as he speaks. Maybe he should just take himself out before he can do worse to you.
You just shake your hand and wave him off, already making your way out of the basement by climbing up the stairs.
"Just make sure some pervert isn't breaking into here or something. I'm gonna kill myself if some creep is using my clothes to jerk off."
...
It's a good thing you are clueless, then.

Leon is addicted to a lot of things. Alcohol. Porn. Especially porn. His taste has changed over the years but there's always been a level of depravity in what he's watched that he can't seem to shake off.
From Busty Milf takes her Loser Son's Virginity to Daddy SLAMS his Little Girl while she Cries. Even the occasional Bitch Boy gets Torn Up by Gross Perv when he's shitfaced and thinks of Krauser a little too much in all the wrong ways.
But after going through Motherless with a fine-toothed comb, most of the videos he watched nowadays have a very ugly word in their titles. It's like a swear word at this point, one that leaves a nasty taste in his mouth. Like the bar soap his mom would shove in his mouth when he said something bad.
Son, you can't say the "I" word! That's a sin you know, loving your family in the wrong way.
If thereâs such thing as hell, heâs going to be stuck with the devil himself.
Itâs midnight. He can hear you snoring in your childhood room with all your fluffy blankets and army of plushies he bought you over the years, so loud that he wonders if youâre actually okay. It must be a genetic thing because he snores just as loudly, if not louder.
Just thinking about your similarities makes him feel even sicker.
Heâs got his laptop propped on in his lap and lo and behold, your dirtied panties in your hand. Already used, dried cum crusted on the gussets.
Sweats pulled down enough for his stiff cock to rest against his abdomen, he feverishly browses the porn site for âthe rightâ video. He could stop but at the same time, he just canât. Heâs too far gone, too deep into murky waters to stop now. Canât get off the vanilla shit anymore, all it does is make him sleepy.
The thought of you, the fantasy of having you, is his new high. And as he clicks on a grainy old vid saying something along the lines of real dad and daughter, your panties are like the purest form of coke as he takes a deep breath of your scent.
It's been a day since he's taken this pair, his latest steal from you, and yet most quickly dirtied. Snatched right up from your laundry basket after you went out for some errands in the summer heat, sweat and musk permeated into the pretty white cotton. He knew he fucked up the moment he had them in his hands, knowing you'd easily notice their absence since it was less than a day since you wore them. But...he just didn't care enough at the moment to think rationally.
While you showered he had the scrap of fabric wrapped around his cock as he jerked himself off so hard and fast, it hurt. He knew he deserved that pain; he knew he deserved worse. But the pleasure that followed after he came was too good, even when he cried and even when he had to wipe his tears away to greet you after your shower.
Guilt. Shame. It lingers. It stains. But it's not enough to get him to stop. Leon has a routine at this point: eyes fixed on his laptop screen and watching some girl get fucked silly, take quick puffs of your panties, and squeeze his dick to make himself cum as fast as he could. It's animistic how he gets himself off, the pain and the pleasure a punishing sensation he couldn't resist.
When did he fall so low? Perving on his own daughter? Sure, he didn't raise you all that much with running around all for the government but still. He was there when you were born and graduated high school. But that all felt like years ago with a whole other person. You left with a round baby face and came back looking so different.
Sharper in spirit. Sharper in attitude. All scowls and side eyes and stink faces. The clothes got smaller, your voice got firmer, and your personality got a factory reset. Now, you're just a textbook definition of a brat.
You're a different person in Leon's eyes. That's what he told himself as he suckles on the gussets of your undies to get just a taste of your cunt, barely able to keep back the whines rumbling in the back of his throat. Your scent has him intoxicated, the sweet musk making his morals nonexistent. All he can do was stare at his laptop screen in borderline envy, wishing he was having depraved sex with you and not this random couple. They're ugly anyways. They're probably not even related.
They're all liars, fucking dirty ass liars who just want to ruin his mind. That's right. He can't control the way he feels about his daughter but these people can control what incest bullshit they put out there.
Sick fucks, all of them are sick fucks!
Leon's orgasm takes him by surprise. It's sudden and raw and has him all frazzled. He can barely stop himself from jutting his hips off the bed and spilling all over his hand and stomach, your underwear held so firmly to his face he is fairly sure he was trying to suffocate himself there. He even whimpers like a bitch, sounding even more pathetic than he already is.
It takes a handful of deep breaths to steady himself, or somewhat breaths of air since he can't bring himself to pull your panties away from his nose. Dick's all soft in his hand but he's frozen, the porno ending and automatically rolling into something different.
Stepdaddy fucking beautiful teen daughter !!!
Tomorrow Leon will leave enough money to buy the best pairs of underwear for you on the kitchen counter. And then he's going to kill himself right in the front yard.
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absolutely pair the spares, i know i know, BUT i was thinking about how much i love m'benga and how he should ALSO get shippy stuff, and then I was trying to figure out who I'd ship him with, and as much as I adore uhura/scotty, I was thinking that since I ALSO love uhura/chapel, that would clear the way for m'benga/scotty, and now I'm very hmmmm Yes I Would Like To See That about them lmao
some things (with the disclaimer that i don't snw so this is all extremely squishy headcanons for geoffrey m'benga that i will abandon or change at the drop of a hat lmao):
m'benga doesn't drink often, BUT he can drink Most ppl under the table when he does drink. scotty is THRILLED to find this out.
scotty starts insisting on m'benga treating him because he's less likely to yell at him then mccoy is, and then after like six months, m'benga, determinedly trying to stay professional, has to give him the "actually i can't be your doctor anymore because Feelings" talk.
scotty's very: aye, i like you, too, but that doesn't change the fact that i'm nae listenin' to mccoy go off about needin' tae take better care of meself. m'benga: i give you the exact same speech once a week, scotty. scotty, smirking: aye, but i like it when you say you're worried about me m'benga, trying not to smile: [fond eye roll]
m'benga is into beekeeping. scotty is endeared by this and keeps trying To Help. scotty, alas, is Very Allergic to bee stings. he keeps trying to make new cool beekeeping toys anyway because the man does Not know when to quit. m'benga, lowkey pathetically, is Very Charmed by this lmaoooo
scotty absolutely coerces m'benga into performing with him at the talent show. i don't know what instrument m'benga plays, but what i DO know is that it has NEVER BEFORE IN ALL OF HUMAN HISTORY been played in a duet with bagpipes. it sounds Terrible, but they have a blast, and that's far more important than their friends eardrums, bless <3
like half their nights in consist of m'benga reading a big stack of medical research papers for fun, and scotty also reading a big stack of engineering research papers for fun, because they're both big nerds
this by the way is how they accidentally revolutionize some medical machine, they're both muttering out loud to themselves about some cool stuff and then end up talking about it together and then are like WAIT A SECOND WE COULD -
mccoy and chapel NEVER let m'benga live that down lmao. "oh did you two come up with any new revolutionary tech during your pillow talk???"
mccoy adamantly tries to enforce a "no loud sex in scotty's room" rule after a Few Incidents (since they share a wall). scotty doesn't take it great. then kirk and scotty lowkey get in a "who can be louder" competition which mccoy and m'benga are uhhhh not thrilled about lmao. they expect spock to at least be the voice of reason. he is not. m'benga and mccoy put their foot down and insist mccoy stays in kirk or spock's room and scotty stays in m'benga's room for ~overnight activities~ after one too many Far Too Embarrassing Mornings After, Look We're Good Work Friends But I Do Not Need to Know What You Sound Like When -
because of their positions (scotty in engineering where the gossip people hear from being all around the ship always filters through him, m'benga with all the gossip flowing through Sickbay) they know So Much about what happens on the ship, and they're sooooooo overconfident that they can keep their relationship on the DL, and they think they ARE because it's not being discussed in their own gossip networks!!!
alas, literally everyone on the ship is aware of them.
the only thing is that everyone thinks the pair are still in crush limbo even after they've been hot and heavy for like. five months. so well-meaning people keep trying to arrange Situations to get them to Confess Their Feelings.
they have no idea this is going on, to be clear. but hey, if they keep getting trapped in rooms then by george they're gonna take the opportunity to enjoy getting a little handsy in the middle of the workday!!!
their dynamic doesn't change though so mostly no one realizes it lmao. honestly this goes on for like three months before kirk has to put a word in a few gossipmonger's ears that hey, the doc and the chief engineer are already very happy, please stop sabotaging the ship to try to get them together, he loves this ship, please stop, you're hurting your captain
i truly believe that scotty is always trying to Do Things to prove his love - which flusters m'benga Every Time because he's not used to being the subject of Romantic Gestures, and i think m'benga is the type to just casually kiss scotty and tell him he loves him and watch scotty go bright red, because the idea of someone loving him so openly and easily is so Foreign to him
basically they're very cute, the end.
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