#this actually came about because I had almost this exact dream

[empressofthewind]

Woke up thinking about Mello surviving the Kira case and spending a couple months completely directionless, having zero idea of what his purpose is without Near & the rivalry and no plans for his future because he didn’t mean to live this long. He lays low for a little while, because he's a wanted criminal and he doesn't have much choice - but it doesn't really matter, because he doesn't have much to do anyway. And for a while, he just has this pervading sense of emptiness, because Near has been a huge part of his life since he was around 8 years old - everything he’s done has always been for the sake of beating Near - and now he doesn’t have to worry about that anymore, but he has no idea what his purpose is without Near. He's never had the chance to consider what he actually wants for himself rather than what Wammy’s House taught him he should want. But he's confused as to why he feels like this - the rivalry is over now, and he thought he’d feel happier that way, that he might actually be free for the first time in his life, but instead he’s stuck thinking about Near all the time, wondering how he’s doing, how he’s handling the role of L. He has no idea why he keeps thinking about it. He has no idea why every so often, he turns on the news, just to see if L has solved any new cases lately, even though there’s no reason for him to care.

He decides it’s just a bit of lingering jealousy over the fact that Near is L and he’s not, which doesn’t make a lot of sense because he doesn’t really feel any malice towards Near anymore, but it's the only explanation he can think of. So he calls Halle and asks how Near is doing, assuming that it might be easier to stop thinking about it if he has an answer. She tells him she’s not sure, really. That as far as she knows, he’s fine, but she hasn’t seen him since February - she, Gevanni and Rester have all found new work elsewhere, outside of New York where Near is still based, so none of them have been checking in on Near anymore other than through brief phone calls. For a reason that, once again, is unbeknownst to him, this absolutely enrages him. He goes off at Halle about how it’s ridiculous that they should leave Near alone for so long, because he can’t possibly take care of himself. What is he supposed to eat with no one there to cook for him? How can he run himself a bath? How is he supposed to keep his house clean? She suggests that he go see him if he’s so passionate about it, which he answers by hanging up the phone and sulking for a good ten minutes. He scowls when she sends him a text with the address of Near’s new house. He can’t visit Near. He’s not even supposed to be thinking about Near. But the more he thinks about it, the more he starts to wonder if maybe, he needs that closure - maybe he does just need to get out of his apartment and pay Near a visit, just once, and that’ll get Near out of his mind for good. So he memorises the address Halle sent him, gets on his motorbike and he heads all the way to Near’s house.

The room he first enters is a mess of scattered cards and dice and puzzle pieces, and Near is at the centre of it, on the floor, hunched over a laptop. He’s facing away from Mello, but even so, Mello can tell something is off - something that he can’t quite place. His hair is longer than it was when Mello last saw him, and notably messier. When he turns his head slightly, Mello catches a glimpse of the dark circles beneath his eyes, twice as thick as they used to be. His voice is quiet and rough when he asks Mello why he’s here. He’s never really been a happy person, but he’s never exactly been sad either, and there’s something about him now that seems so sombre - too sombre for Mello’s liking. Naturally, Mello takes it upon himself to close Near’s laptop and drag him away from work for what he suspects is the first time in at least 24 hours. Near tries to protest, telling Mello that the case is too important for him to be torn away from. Mello doesn’t listen. He gets Near some food and a bath, and sits with him in his bedroom until he falls asleep. Mello intends to leave as soon as Near is asleep - he’s done what he came for - but Near looks so peaceful like that, with his eyes closed and his body curled up in the foetal position, that Mello stares for longer than he probably should, until he starts to feel tired himself.

He ends up falling asleep there, too, and is immediately displeased to find that when he wakes up, Near has already left to return to his work. Mello’s upset with him, obviously, because this is what his problem is - he’s been focusing too much on his work, neglecting his own needs - but then Near asks if he wants to hear about the case, and though Mello’s instinctive reaction is to decline the offer (that sounds awfully close to working with him, and he vowed when he was a kid that he would never work with Near), he’s admittedly a little curious about it. Near runs him through the crime & the evidence, all the deductions he’s made so far, all the gaps in his information that he needs to fill in. It’s a pretty interesting case, all things considered. Near explains that it’s slightly more complex than some of the others he’s worked on before, and it’ll probably take him a few days to get it done. Mello looks back over all the evidence, turning it over in his mind. Something is bugging him about it. Something that isn't quite adding up. He asks Near if he's allowed to take over for a second, which he is, and Near moves aside so Mello can review all the evidence in-depth. He rearranges a few papers, scribbles something down, maps out his entire thought process for Near to see; Near just watches in awe. Within a few hours, the case is solved.

Mello returns to his apartment that afternoon, after making Near lunch and leaving a few ready-made meals in the fridge for the next few days. He showers, changes clothes, cooks something for himself - and now that he’s alone, he has plenty of time to think about the whole thing. The visit definitely didn't bring him the closure he was looking for. If anything, it just made him more confused. Near isn’t his rival anymore - he knew that already - but he’s not really a friend, either. Why does he care so much about someone who shouldn’t really mean anything to him? But then something occurs to him. The whole point of the visit was to help Near. It was because Near has been unhappy, because Near has been bored and lonely and can't manage on his own. But being there with Near, feeling that peacefulness as he watched him sleep and that thrill of solving a case after months of stasis... it stirred something in him. Maybe Mello has been just as bored, just as lonely, just as miserable. Maybe he and Near are the answer to each other’s problems.

He goes back in the morning, makes Near breakfast, runs him a bath. And when Near is done and dressed - his hair still slightly damp, his skin still warm from the water - Mello does something unexpected. He kisses Near. It’s not a light kiss, either. It’s rough and sudden, and it would’ve knocked Near off his feet if Mello’s hands weren’t on his waist, firmly holding him in place. Near kisses him back, after a few seconds, and they stay like that for a long while, Near somehow ending up seated on the bathroom counter as Mello kisses him like his life depends on it. Mello leaves again that evening, and comes back the following day, with all his stuff packed in a single suitcase. This time, he doesn’t leave.

Some 6 months later, Mello wakes up in Near’s bed for the 180th day in a row, still halfway stuck in the haze of a long sleep, his dream still clear in his mind. It was a dream about Near, as it always is. It was set 20 years from today - Near being 39, Mello being 41 - and they had been long married, sitting together on the veranda of their shared house, hands intertwined. Once the pleasant haze wears off, Mello realises something - he’s thinking about the future. For the first time since the end of the Kira case, he can envision a future for himself. He looks over at Near, who’s still asleep beside him, and he takes his small hand in his own. This is what he wants. This is how things should be.

This is his purpose.

[dunmesh]

this panel from the world guide of falin being surrounded by other girls while laios is all alone kills me because. that's it. that's the key difference in their journeys.

as laios states himself, he left the village in order to create a home for him and falin elsewhere. a home that won't collapse due to others' hatred and fears like their old home did, a home where they are loved and accepted unconditionally. but as he soon found out, even before earning money, or having walls surrounding him and a roof above his head- what he so earnestly desired was to meet other people who will accept him for who he is as well. instead, he kept being tormented by those around him, shunned and sneered at. his loneliness quickly became all-consuming until he truly had nothing left except for the monsters in the pages of his book, but even that became a target of mockery and destroyed. that's why ever since the day he left the village, he never felt that he truly made the right choice. so he kept running away: unable to resist and unable to accpet.

and an ocean away from him there was his sister, who never managed to fully fit in herself. but unlike him, she met a person who became a home to her and learned what a true friendship was for the first time in her life. and laios clearly realizes that too when he finally sees falin and marcille together, he can tell his sister obtained the greatest treasure there is on her own- the exact thing he never managed to find anywhere himself, thus coming back empty-handed to the sister he left the village for.

but when you read this part of the manga, laios's focus is on falin's loneliness, not his own. he talks about how it hurts thinking about all those moments she had to spend alone because he wasn't there for her, so it almost sounds like he's the one who couldn't bear her suffering and therefore decided to not let her go again. but we do get a glimpse of their first meeting after that almost-decade long separation in the manga, and then we see more of that in the world guide and daydream hour- and it becomes abundantly clear that it was falin who was trying to protect and save him from this pit of loneliness and depression he was in.

so instead of just doing his best to atone for leaving her behind in the village and making sure she is never lonely again, it might also be that laios was desperately clinging to the one person in the world he felt that accepted and loved him unconditionally. those words he used to describe his motivation to stay by falin's side are the exact words she would've used as well; she couldn't bear leaving him behind in this state. in a sense, they were each other's shackles.

but then she did. she died for him and their friends, and ironically enough, it was by leaving him alone like this that he was finally able to stand on his own and put his full trust in others. to have the courage to reveal who he is and give others the opportunity to accept him after such a long time of hiding. it was a long journey, but his hiding finally came to an end when he faced the others after shedding his monster form. and i love that the person who was falin's "home" all those years away from laios, marcille, became just as meaningful to him during their time separated from falin- the first one to find him and show him that he isn't alone anymore. just as he did for her.

so at the end of the story when falin talks about all the places she would like to go, it's not just that she wants to pursue her own dreams- but that she actually feels free to do so and go anywhere she desires. and one of the main reasons for that is that her brother finally found new people he wants to be with; his own home.

[rottenaero]

They were gonna put Eddie down like a damn dog.

The group had insisted that Steve visit the hospital today, one year and two months after the incident. It was a random day, and he thought, ‘ why the hell not?’

Family Video had been closed for months, doing ‘ repairs’, so he really didn’t have much else to do.

He thought it was weird, the way the group was as far away from the bed as possible, and how when he entered the room, Hopper almost blocked the exit.

He doesn’t question it though, sidling up to the open chair beside Eddie, who was still asleep after all this time, and punching his shoulder lightly.

“ Hey, Hero.”

He’d taken to calling it sleeping instead of what it was, a coma. Sleeping sounded more peaceful, because with sleeping came dreams and relaxation.

Eddie doesn’t respond, doesn’t react. Steve didn’t expect him to.

He turns his head to Dustin, the one who’d called him in the first place. “ So, why’re we gathered here today? Any updates?” He asks, addressing the whole room.

The boy swallows, and something tells him something’s wrong. Really wrong.

“ Yeah, actually. Uhm, since it’s been so long, we were thinking-“ He cuts himself off, crosses his arms and starts tapping his foot. Thinking, probably.

Hopper glances to him, and sighs, deciding to lead. “ We’re gonna have to let Munson go.” He states.

Steve takes a sharp breath.

“ What?”

‘ Let him go’ like this is a job. Like this isn’t him losing his life. He wonders when they decided to do this, in the hospital room for the ten minutes they were waiting.

Eddie doesn’t give any indication he hears what’s being said, the beeps from the heart monitor still steady and even as ever. A constant metronome of the exact same sound on the exact say beat, all the time, always.

Except maybe not always.

Dustin takes over again, arms placating. “ It’s been a really long time, Steve. We’ve come to terms that he probably won’t wake up, and it’s doesn’t have to be sad-“

“ You’re killing him.” He hisses, “ You’re killing him and it’s not meant to be sad?”

Nancy steps forward, seeing it as her time to speak. “ Steve. You barely knew the guy, and you spend all your time here, it’s not good for you.”

“ There’s been no good signs, no nothing, not even when El looks into his brain.” Dustin nods at the girl across the room, who’s fiddling with her fingers.

Steve furrows his brow, “ Oh, so I guess you’re gonna pull the plug on Max too?”

Lucas’s eyes widen, mouth dropping open, and Nancy glares. “ That is not fair, Steve.”

“ This whole situations pretty fucking unfair, so I guess you’re gonna have to explain to me how this is different from Max.” He stands, stance wide as he points to the man in the hospital bed.

“ Max is making progress.” Lucas says weakly, and El sets a hand on his shoulder. The boy deflates.

He turns toward Hopper and Joyce, the latter still not having spoken. The Byers family had moved back to Indiana for God knows what reason, and Steve knows that if he had the money, that he could’ve moved somewhere else long ago.

“ Does Wayne know you’re killing his kid?” He asks.

He’d met the man while visiting, and they’d usually sit in silence and watch baseball or whatever was on. He never questioned why Steve was there, or why he was holding a limp body’s hand and taking off it’s rings and putting them back on.

When they did speak, it was stories he had from Eddie’s childhood, about how he buzzed his head because a spider crawled on him and he was convinced it was hidden in his hair, making babies.

Hopper pinched his nose, like he was being a pest. “ Stop using words like killing, and yes. He said he didn’t want Eddie to have to suffer, and his bills are getting expensive.”

And he blinks, realization dawning.

This hadn’t just been decided, had it? This wasn’t a ten minute decision while Steve was getting ready to come here.

He speaks, his voice low and keeping even through each word, “ You guys had a meeting.” The ‘ without me’ goes unsaid, but still echoes throughout the room like if would’ve if he shouted it.

They’d decided this whole thing beforehand, somehow knowing that Steve would hang on. And he would, will. He can’t let him die, he can’t lose.

Will nods, and next to him Mike and Dustin look ashamed. He would’ve thought they’d hold out more.

He racks his brain for any reason they should keep alive, can’t find one. Somehow, even without one for them, he has a million for himself.

“ If the bills are the reason, I’ll pay the damn bills. He’s fucking alive.” He tries.

“ You don’t have a job, Family Video is closed. Just let it be, Steve. Please.” Robin had been eerily quiet during this entire conversation, and it brings him chills him when she speaks.

His best friend had been in on it.

He crosses his arms, “ I’ll get a job. Listen, I’ve been having dreams,-“ He lies. He lies because there’s nothing true to prove Eddie is getting better. “-dreams that he’s alive in like a dark space, I don’t know- his mind maybe? I just- I really think he’s in there.”

The hope Dustin gets on his face hurts, but he doesn’t care. The guy will wake up and it won’t matter that the ‘ dreams’ never existed.

Maybe it’s because he’s an optimist, and that’s why he’s trying so hard, as pessimistic as he can be sometimes.

“ Why didn’t you tell us?” Dustin asks and Steve licks his lips.

Why didn’t he tell them? “ Despite all this crazy shit, me having dreams that he’s alive still sounds crazy.” He doesn’t look at the boy as he says this, eyes roaming over Eddie’s face.

He looks serene, the bat bite on his face as healed as it can get. The doctors had mentioned swelling on his back shoulder blades, but Steve thinks his would be swollen too if he sat on them for a year.

‘ A year and two months.’ He corrects himself.

He stares at the hair that, occasionally when it got matted, Steve would go through and brush it, not wanting him to wake up to being bald because a doctor seemed it necessary.

Wayne mentioned how much he hated the shaved head, and he wouldn’t put him through that again.

As he looks at him, he thinks ‘ I’m doing this for you, so you better wake up, asshole.’

Dustin’s eyes are wide, staring at the members of Hellfire. Steve could only describe the look as ecstatic.

“ Holy shit, I mean, holy shit!” He laughs, and Mike breaks into his own grin.

Jonathan chimes in, disbelief sketched into the lines all over his face. “ Sorry, but doesn’t that seem too convenient? I’m not saying you’re lying Steve, just… If El didn’t find anything, that’s pretty much it.”

His lips form into a line, determined. “ I told you, I’ll be paying for whatever. It’s no skin off your back, or money out of Wayne’s pockets.”

Joyce nudges Hopper when he goes to speak, and nods at Steve. “ If you wanna try, sweetheart, you can. But I don’t want you visiting too much, it’s doing you more harm than good.” She wraps him in a hug, before leading the ex-chief of police out of the room.

Slowly, everyone vacates, until it’s just Steve, Eddie, and El.

She doesn’t make a move toward the door, eyes locked onto his face.

“ You’re lying.” She whispers like a secret.

He nods.

She looks toward Eddie, nervous, and she messes with the hem of her shirt when she starts to speak again. “ I lied too.”

She doesn’t elaborate, walking out of the room without anymore information, and Steve blinks.

The hospital has to call Wayne to confirm the transfer, that's how he learns of the circumstances. He doesn't say much of anything, aside from a promise of a visit on Tuesday before he hangs up.

That night, that same fucking night, he gets a call.

It's the front desk lady, voice distressed rushing through an explanation.

" Eddies gone...Only blood in his bed...We don't know where he is."

Steve stares at the wall, the rest of the words falling upon deaf ears.

Someone had probably found out where he was being held, murdered him a year later for his crimes, and stashed the body away.

He sets the phone back in its holster without saying anything to the other line. Not even a goodbye, or a thanks.

He thinks, it only for a second, that he should've let them just pull the plug, it would've been far less painful.

A creaking brings him out of it, and his eyes dart to his door.

It's dark, too dark, and Steve's aware the Upside Down fucked him up in incomprehensible ways, and now every shadow looks like something,

But there was definitely someone in his house.

He keeps slumped on his bed, the same position as when he'd answered the call. He doesn't flinch when the door pushes open enough for a body to slip in.

There's the sound of something dragging along the carpet as they come closer, probably a shotgun, or maybe they're gonna beat him with his own nail-bat.

He doesn't care to decipher the shape, instead shutting his eyes.

A hand grabs his, sets it on dry skin. His thumb touches a rough patch, a scar like feeling.

One his hands had roamed over while patching up his stomach, refusing to get looked at. That concave patch of scratchy skin that they tell you eventually will just be soft, scarred, but normal.

The skin stretches, and he feels a cheek.

Somehow, he thinks if he keeps his eyes shut, he doesn't have to face the thing in front of him, that it somehow isn't real.

A scratchy, disused, and croaky voice sounds out.

" ' Hey, Hero.' "

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

First Time (18+)

Bayverse!Donatello x reader

A/N: Damn, I think this is my longest one ever. Big time Donnie love!💜

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Donatello is more than a little nervous about the thought of having sex with you, not trusting his own abilities, but with some reassurance and guidance from you, he rises to the occasion.

Warnings: A more angsty build up that I had planned, unprotected sex, Donnie having his first time with you💜

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To say that Donatello was an amazing boyfriend, wasn’t enough to do him justice. He was fantastic! The sweetest and most genuine guy you had ever met. He was attentive and treated you well. Sure, he might be a mutant turtle that lived in the sewer, yet he was the best boyfriend you had ever had. Whether that spoke of your former poor taste in guys, or just the general low bar for human men you did not know. But you knew for a fact that Donatello was one of the best things that had ever happened in your life.

Donatello would say the exact same thing about you. You were not just the best thing that had ever happened to him, but a dream come true. Before meeting you, he had never actually believed that he would get to experience something so good. Just as he had accepted his fate as a lonely mutant turtle that would spend his days alone in hiding with his brothers, you came along and changed his life for good.

The friendship the two of you shared was just what you needed. You may not fully understand everything Donnie had going on inside his lab, but you listened nonetheless, finally giving a much needed ear to his thoughts and inventions. He in turn provided you with a safe space to go to, whenever your life became a little too much.

During those years of friendship you and Donnie grew close in ways none of you had experienced before. Not even his brothers could read him as well as you did, and you in turn had never thought that anyone would understand you as well as Donnie did. So therefore it was only expected that stronger feelings would blossom.

When you and Donnie started dating, it felt natural. Just like your first kiss. It just came naturally to the two of you. No grad gestures and no confusion. Both you and Donnie knew what it meant, and you were just happy to be with someone that understood you so well.

But if there was one thing that didn’t come as naturally to you and Donnie, it was sex. Actually, it didn’t come naturally to Donnie. You didn’t blame him. The poor guy had lived most of his life, convincing himself that sex would never be something he would get to experience. So when you and Donnie started dating and kissing, and the first thought of sex came up, Donnie started overthinking. You were a human that had had sexual experiences with other humans before, and he was a mutant turtle who had his hand as the closest thing to a former sexual partner.

It didn’t mean that Donatello didn’t want sex, because oh boy, did he want to! He was just nervous. Really nervous. It was almost nerve racking to believe that he could actually have sex, let alone with someone as beautiful as you. And you understood. You really did. You took the time to sit with him and talk it through, making sure he felt heard and comfortable, especially talking about a subject like that. What did he feel? What did he fear? What was he excited about?

Other than the general confusion and trauma that came from accepting your fate of loneliness, you learned that Donatello feared not the action of sex itself, but how he would act. More specifically, he was nervous and overthinking, because he did not know what to do. Where should he put his hands? What was he supposed to say? And the thought that haunted him the most; if he didn’t do good, would you leave him? All very valid fears for a mutant turtle, who did not even dare to dream of being with a human.

You took Donnie’s hands in yours and told him it was okay. He was allowed to be nervous and overthink, and he was allowed to not know what to do. You told him that you loved him, and you wouldn’t leave him if he didn’t make you feel good the first time, nor the time after that. Humans too would be nervous before their first time, and it was very normal not to be satisfied the first time.

And after that conversation, you and Donnie slowly started preparing for your first time together. With Donnie being a totally different species than you, he started preparing you for what you could expect. He told you where his cloaca was located and how it worked, along with other parts of the turtle anatomy you may or may not have known already. You in turn did the same. You told him where humans liked to be touched and answered his questions about human anatomy. And it calmed Donnie down. It calmed him down enough, to the point he dared to ask if he could touch your breast.

The make out session that came from that, was one unlike any you ever had had with Donatello. With his hands groping your breast, you were at a shock of naturally good your sweet tech boyfriend was at this. You had expected him to be more unsure, but you soon learned that when he had the confidence he could do anything. Making you moan against his lips while he played with your nipples, this guy did not know what talent he possessed.

This unlocked a new area of your relationship, that you and Donatello carefully explored. Make out sessions became more common, with hands exploring and building up the courage, going a little further each time, until one night Donnie told you he wanted to try.

“Are you sure?”, you asked. You were sitting in his room, you in his lap with your arms around his neck, still breathing heavily after the heated kiss the two of you had just shared. One of his hands was in the back of your neck, playing with your hair, while the other rested on your ass, squishing you through your pants.

“I’m sure”, Donnie answered, watching you through hooded eyes. The hand on the back of your neck crept to the side of your face, letting Donnie’s thumb glide across the corner of your mouth. “I really want to try”.

You nodded your head, biting your lip with a smile, before letting Donnie close the space between you once more. Your lips dancing together as your tongues slowly found each other, letting a small moan escape you, as you felt the vibrating churr being in Donnie’s chest. You had heard that sound quite a few times now, and each time you loved it more and more.

Your hands moved from Donnie’s neck, and down to the top of his plastron, enjoying the feeling of his vibrating chest through your fingers. You moved your lips to his chin, making your to his neck, feeling the hand on your ass pull you closer. Donnie’s breathing was heavy, his chest moving as he felt you work your lips around his neck.

Donnie’s hands found your waist, dipping under your shirt to feel the warmth of your smooth skin against his rough palms. You took this as a sign, removing your lips from Donnie’s neck to take off your shirt. This made Donnie move his hands to your breast, palming them through your bra as you reached back to unhook it. The breathy curse that left Donnie’s mouth once your bra was off, went straight to your core, making you clench around empty air. And Donnie could smell it. The scent of your arousal was strong, making him slightly dizzy.

Donnie nuzzled his head against your neck, pressing kisses against your skin like you had done to him, enjoying every sound that left your mouth and the feeling of your hands on his shoulders. His hands moved from your breast to your pants, where he tried to undo them, only to grow frustrated at the small buttons in his big fingers.

“Want me to take them off?”, you asked, gliding a hand up his neck.

“Please”, Donnie answered, bringing your hips close to him once more.

Donatello watched, with his head resting on your shoulder, through the valley between your breasts, as you undid your pants. Once you got them past your waits he helped you, sliding them off of your legs before throwing them somewhere in his room, leaving you in nothing but underwear on his lap.

“Shit”, he moaned, his heart raising once more as yet another wave of your arousal hit his nose, stronger than before. He hooked his thumbs into the straps of your underwear, his eyes finding yours to ask for permission. Breathless you nodded, lifting your hips to make it easy for him to pull your damp underwear down your legs.

The sight of you naked on Donnie’s lap was enough to make him moan. Your cheeks were already getting pink, and your pupils were just as blown out as his. The best way Donatello could describe the sight in front of him was; hot. So fucking hot.

He kneeled your hips, biting his lips before he asked; “Can I… Will you show me… Will you let me finger you?”

Once again, Donnie’s words went straight between your legs. The way he looked at you and the way he spoke. Needy and so ready to try. You loved every second of it.

“Of course you can”, you answered him, before bringing him in for another needy kiss. You took one of his hands in yours, guiding it down between your legs, helping one of his fingers glide through your folds, letting him feel the wetness that had built up. Donnie shivered, letting a whimper against your lips. You couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling from his lips, finding his reaction adorable.

“You feel that?”, you asked him, letting his finger glide through once more. Donnie nodded, letting out a small shuttering yes. “That’s all because of you, Donnie”. Your boyfriend cursed once more, his face showing frustration and absolute bliss.

You moved his thumb to your clit, guiding him on how to circle his finger around your small bundle of nerves.

“Like this?”, Donnie asked, watching your facial expression as he worked his fingers on you.

“Yes”, you breathed out, arching your back enjoying the feeling of his thick thumb on you. “Just like that, Donnie”.

Donatello bite his lip, watching your face closely, while remembering the things you had told him about the human body. How humans liked to be touched. How you liked to be touched. And with that thought in mind he wrapped his other arm around your waist, holding you close and still, while his index finger glided through your folds once more, before finding your entrance. He slowly pushed his finger in, sighing in delight at how tight you felt around his finger. You moaned, leaning your head back, happy that Donnie had wrapped his hand around to stabilize you.

“Fuck, Donnie”, you moaned, feeling how his finger went further in.

“Is it good?”, he asked, brows knotting together, biting his lips as he felt the familiar feeling from his cloaca, threatening to let dick drop.

“Yes, Donnie”, you moaned, your legs shaking against his. “Please, move them Donnie. Like this”. You held up your hand, showing your boyfriend how to move his fingers inside you. Donnie nodded, doing just as you showed him, moving his fingers in and out of you while his thumb rolled against your clit. You moaned, dropping your head against Donnie’s shoulder. He moved his fingers faster, feeling you move and shake against him, every moan from your mouth sounding like sweet music in his ears. He continued like this, feeling you tighten around his finger, your climax inching closer and closer until you came around his fingers with a loud moan.

When Donnie removed his fingers from your used cunt, he could not resist the urge to bring them to his mouth, sucking them off in front of you. The look in your eyes and the way you smelled told him everything he needed to know. You enjoyed it. All of it. He brought your lips back to his, your tongues finding each other. You moaned at the slight taste of you in his mouth.

Donnie pulled from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, listening to your heavy breathing, feeling it against his face. “Can I do it?”

“Do what, Donnie?”, you asked, your hands smoothing over his shoulders and biceps.

“Can I fuck you?”

You nodded, too stunned to speak. Once again, you had not expected Donatello to be so straight forward, having thought he would be way more shy.

Donnie took your lips in for another kiss while he slowly laid you down on your back. Once your back was flat against the mattress, he started moving his clothed crotch against you, moaning against your lips as he felt himself getting closer to his drop. You whimpered against his lip, almost begging him to take his pants off. Finally he sat up and undid his pants in full view of you. He pulled his pants off along with his boxers, before climbing back on top of you, feeling your legs close around him the best they could, bringing his cloaca to meet your wet center.

“Can I drop into you?”, Donnie asked, his lips ligering against yours, his hands moving from your hips, up your sides to your shoulder, bringing you closer to him.

“Yes, Donnie”, you moaned, buckling your hips against his, causing him to moan, feeling himself tipping on the edge before finally dropping down in front of your entrance. To his surprise, you were the one to move your hand down between the two of you, taking his cock in your hand moving it to your opening before pushing it in closely.

Donatello moaned, his head falling down beside yours, your cunt hugging him tightly as he sunk further in. You kissed the side of his face, whispering sweet nothing as he sunk in as far as he could. He stayed there for a moment, letting you and himself adjust to the feeling of him inside of you. You were a tight fit for him, but he couldn’t deny it felt good.

“Donnie, please move”, you moaned, moving your hips under him. Donnie wrapped an arm under your shoulder so he could bring you even closer to you, resting his forehead against yours once more as he slowly began to move, moaning and cursing in delight over the feeling.

His thrusts started out slow and soft, until you told him it was okay to go harder and faster, to which Donnie obliged. He cursed, one of his hands grabbing on to the bedding beside your head, enjoying this knew feeling around his cock.

“Fuck”, he breathed into your ear, causing tingles to erupt in your stomach. “It feels good, (Y/N). Fucking good”.

Your hand found his face, stroking his cheek making him look you in the eye. The sigh was enough to make both of you shiver.

“Wanna go faster?”, you asked him. Donnie nodded, his lips slightly agasp. “Go as fast as you want to. Fuck me as fast as you want, Donnie”.

And that was all your boyfriend needed. Every trace of nervousness Donnie had showed you during your first conversation about sex disappeared, leaving behind what you could only describe as a feast for the eyes. Donnie was concentrated, his brows frowning, his pupils wide as his muscles flexed before he let loose against you. You gasped and moaned loud, grabbing onto Donnie’s shoulders as he thrusted faster and harder into you. He was rougher than you had thought he would be, but you found it to be a pleasant surprise.

But then Donnie did something you never saw coming for his first time. He took one of your legs, hooking it over his arm before thrust into you even deeper than before. This new angle caused you to arch your back in ecstasy, as he continuously hit the sweet spot inside of you. It didn’t take long like this, before you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach as you clung closer around Donnie.

“Donnie!”, you moaned out, your pitch higher than he ever had heard it before, making him growl in delight. “Donnie, I’m close!”

Donnie did not answer you. Instead he dipped his head down to your neck, where he started nipping at your skin, his hips working against you like a piston. He wanted you to cum around him, washing away every fear he ever had about not making you feel good. And you knew. You knew your boyfriend, and you knew what he was thinking. And as he started groaning and biting your earlobe, you couldn’t hold back anymore, almost screaming his name as you came for him once more.

Donnie moved both hands down to your hips, holding you still as he started chasing his own high, helping you ride out your own in the meantime. As he moaned louder and louder as he got close, his thrust became more and more erratic. Finally he came, pushing himself all the way into you as he shot out his white ropes, letting out a moan better than porn star you ever heard.

Once down from his high, Donnie pulled out of you, before slumping down next to you, sweaty and out of breath, his dick still out in the open.

He looked at you, his eyes tired yet full of love, making you feel warm in so many ways. “Was it good?”

“Are you crazy?”, you asked, smiling brighter than any stare Donnie had seen. “It was amazing, Donnie!”

Donnie chuckled, wrapping an arm around you to pull you close against his plastron, giving you a kiss before resting his forehead against yours once more, a smirk spreading on his pretty lips. “Does that mean you’re up for another around after a quick nap?”

[alwayscorvus]

Waking up from nightmares - Wuthering Waves Characters

Waking up from nightmares - WuWa Characters

malereader x Jiyan/Calcharo/Mortefi/Yuanwu/YangYang/Baizhi (separated), fluff, scenarios;

mxm or mxg; they can be a little out of character;

Yuanwu

You saw it again. Your partner slipping away, on the ground, in your arms. Just because you arrived too late to rescue him.

You couldn't get over it. Your heart started beating like crazy. Tears came to your eyes. And seconds later you woke up. With a headache that was killing you.

You growled angrily at yourself. Again you let yourself be swept away by those awful illusions.

You looked around, but in the darkness you couldn't see what you were looking for. Nor could you sense it. Unsatisfied, you moved closer to other side of a bed. Fortunately, this helped you reach your partner.

You hugged him gently around his waist and he instinctively woke up by that.

When it came to him that you were not an assassin, only his fiancé, he just murmured questioningly.

-I'm sorry - you replied with slight guilt - Bad dream

-I didn't know that boys your age still have nightmares - he said teasingly.

At which you pinched him with a scowling face.

-Oi oi I was just joking - he assured while snorting lightly, really amused by your behavior.

-This old jokes are not really funny

-Maybe for you - he replied trying to light the mood.

After a while, however, he turned towards you and returned the hug.

-Are you all right? - he asked this time with clear concern in his voice.

-Yes, because I am here with you now

Jiyan

At first second you were running through the middle of a battle, escaping from monsters.

And at the next one you were snatching your upper body from a bedsheets scattered all over your tent.

Your eyes were wide open and your mouth gaped.

You don't know how long it took. Seconds, minutes or maybe more.

Eventually, however, you came back to reality. You calmed your breathing and looked around, recalling where you actually were. Still at least a couple of kilometers away from a battlefield.

You threw something over your uncovered shoulders and blindly walked out of a tent.

A small campfire and glow of stars allowed you to see more than just a tip of your own nose. You were deeply grateful for that.

A few steps away, just under a large tree, Jiyan seated himself. As you thought, he had taken over the watch over this part of a camp.

Even though it should be done by someone lower in rank, Jiyan still felt this strange sense of responsibility inside him. A need to be sure that all his comrades were safe.

You used to try to talk him out of it, but over time you got used to it. And at this exact moment you needed something other than an argument.

With a sleepy steps you walked through the separating distance and took place right next to him.

Beaten, you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your tired eyes.

-Bad dream? -he asked just for affirmation.

And you murmured with a nod, snuggling your head more into his body. Trying to find a perfect position and insisting on getting those few more precious minutes of sleep.

Jiyan understood well what you were facing. He himself had experienced it many times. Nightmares only escalated the more you approached your next battle. Memories kept coming back and phantoms of your lost comrades haunted you after nights.

Yet he also knew that there was no way to deal with it.

So he took your hand in his and began to knead it gently. He didn't want to express his feelings too much in public, but at the same time he wanted to reassure you about his presence. Hoping that his support would allow you to relax and drift off. While he kept protecting you both.

Mortefi

-[M/N]! [M/N]! -irritated Mortefi slapped your arm several times. Stubbornly trying to get out of your embrace. He didn't know about what terrible thing you were dreaming, but whatever it was, it made you squeeze him with an unhuman strength. Almost crushing his fragile body.

-[M/N]!

Your heart beat faster.

Suddenly you opened your eyes. Your grip only tightening.

-Mortefi? -you asked hesitantly. Wanting to make sure of his nearness.

-It won't be for long, if some fool doesn't stop suffocating me! - Mortefi hissed with a fake anger in his voice.

And without warning, he flashed with colors of his scales. Thanks for that, even in the darkness, you could see his sulky face for a split second.

-Oh… sorry.

Still not fully awake, though rather sad, you loosened your grip. Mortefi immediately crawled out of your arms and moved to a sitting position.

However, hearing your voice, his heart melted. Real Mortefi instantly returned.

-Can- can I do something for you? -he asked unsurely, angry at himself over how he had jumped on you.

For a moment, he just really felt close to getting broken ribs.

-Oh, no baby no -you assured- Nothing really, don't worry -you suddenly raised yourself on your elbows- Are you alright? Did I hurt you?

Mortefi rapidly shook his head. However, he quickly remembered that with the light off you couldn't see it.

Not wanting to bring up the subject again, he reached out his hands in your direction.

At first contact, his fingers gently brushed your neck. Slowly he moved his hands higher. Stopping on your cheeks. He squeezed them tighter, pulling your head in his direction and laying it on his stomach.

-Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you - you asked slightly heartbroken. At that, Mortefi could almost picture you with imaginary flopped ears.

-Then I'll wake you up again- he assured, quite embarrassed.

-What did you dream about? - he changed the topic.

You just frowned and mumbled, not really wanting to return to that.

-Do you want me to sing for you? - he bit his lip unsurely, recalling situations from the past.

You rapidly nodded your head, and Mortefi laughed lightly at the sensation of your tickling hair.

He grabbed your strands and began to gently play with them. Massaging your head in the process. After a long moment, he began humming a lullaby from his childhood.

Calcharo

You jumped off the bed with a silent scream. Looking straight ahead, you were inhaling air with a greedy gasps. While thick drops of sweat ran down your face, chest was dropping and rising like crazy.

You involuntarily slid your hand out to your right side, in search of help. Instead of the expected warmth of your partner's body, you appeared to come into a contact with the cooling bedsheets.

You rushed with your eyes to the other half of a bed.

Calcharo was nowhere to be seen.

Though still in shock, you made your way to the hallway.

A dim light came from a small kitchen, so you followed its path.

When you crossed a doorway of room, your partner came into a view.

Calcharo was standing backwards. In his hand he was holding a cup with an unidentified drink.

-Care to join me?

He turned towards you. As if completely unfazed by your presence. Even though it happened to you for the first time.

Still hot and overwhelmed with emotion, you looked at him more closely. Despite your distraction, you couldn't help but notice a slightly torn white T-shirt. Signs of overclocking.

-What-… what's that? - you asked hesitantly while slowly stabilizing your breathing.

Man spun around once again. Though this time sideways, to the close stove. He pulled a new cup from a cabinet and turned his attention to a pot from which steam was still floating.

He moved as smoothly as if things that he had just experienced were completely normal for him.

-One of my clients said that hot milk helps. Not that I believe him. But we are wasted anyway.

Baizhi

You were awakened from your nightmare by a gentle shaking. You gritted your teeth and squeezed your eyelids tighter. Trying to banish a sight of fallen comrades from your mind.

-[M/N]? -someone squeezed your shoulder harder.

You pulled yourself up on a bed. Sliding your hand out of a pair of delicate palms. You opened your eyes blinking several times. You could feel something wet slide off your forehead. A cold compress.

-You started to sweat a lot and tremble as well - someone explained monotonously and quietly.

You turned towards direction of that voice. Sight of your girlfriend came into a view. Light of a candle placed on your bedside table was falling on her body dressed-up in your white shirt.

Baizhi looked like she hadn't slept for a fairly long time.

-At first I wasn't sure if it was a nightmare or an illness. But after a long analysis, I came to the conclusion that it was just a bad dream.

You looked at her confused and at the same time slightly offended.

-Just?

Baizhi looked down at her hands, avoiding eye contact. She bit her cheek gently.

You were already about to say something when she got up from her knees and, almost jumping off the bed, ran to the cabinet.

-Herbal tea made with flowers from Taoyuan Vale. It is supposed to help with sleep - she straightened her hands, moving cup closer to you. By doing so, she bowed in traditional way, with expectation of you accepting her gift.

Drink definitely left a bitter aftertaste, but at the same time it strangely calmed you down.

-Thank you, Baizhi - you replied with genuine gratitude. Corners of her mouth gently lifted upward. Not to mention a slight blush on her cheeks.

Yangyang

Frightened, you rose quickly from a bed. Panting heavily. In your head you still saw that chase. Or rather, an escape. In this dream, you were the prey.

You quickly pulled yourself together. You wanted to go right back to sleep, just to avoid waking up your girlfriend.

However, when you were about to rest your back against the mattress once again, something prevented you from doing so. And it wasn't that suspiciously lit bedside lamp. Something was stubbornly squeezing your hand.

You looked to the side. Your girlfriend was kneeling by your bed. Waves of her black hair splashed across your duvet, right next to your body.

-Yangyang? -you asked softly. Girl, however, didn't respond.

You dipped your free hand into her hair and gently stroked her strands. Trying not to get tangled in them, and in the same time awaken your partner. Slowly you repeated her name louder and louder until she finally woke up.

-[M/N]!

She immediately got off the floor and threw herself around your neck, squeezing as hard as she could.

-I was so scared! -she spoke in a shaky voice- I tried so hard to wake you up, but- but I couldn't! And you-. you just…-

Words caught in her throat, she couldn't finish. She began to swallow air and tears greedily.

Worried, you squeezed her torso, pushing her back by a short distance.

-Hey, babe. I'm completely fine, you have nothing to worry about -you assured, stroking her cheek in a calming manner.

You quickly forgot about your nightmare when all your attention got preoccupied with taking care of one tiny soul.

[coeurify]

actually on my knees begging for a girl next door blurb with Ellie

like imagine moving into the house next to her’s and her being all grumbly and closed off because she cannot physically face the reader because she’s just a loser lesbian and OMG THE UNKNOWN PINING SUJDJSNSNDB

I NEED HER I CANT-

WHERE IS THE LOVE FOR LOSER GND!ELLIE ⁉️

giggles.. cause like.. yea.

if we r talking modern!ellie, oh god would it be the most cliche shit ever (plz tell me if u want jackson!ellie version cause i’d be happy to do that too. or jus more of this concept) [not edited]

⋆˚✿˖° im talking, ellie looking out from her window in her old house, eyes narrowing as a moving truck pulled into the pretty blue house next door. the neighborhood had been recently taken over by young families, which ellie hated— cause why was she being interrupted in her ‘laying in her bed while blasting music and complaining to herself’ alone time by a bunch of kids screaming outside? either way. she expected another one of these cases.

⋆˚✿˖° but then you popped out, trying to handle three boxes all on your own, cheek pressed against the cardboard as you yelled something ellie couldn’t hear to whoever else was in moving truck. you had glanced over at ellie’s house, maybe even up at her window. and maybe ellie was just dramatic, but she flipped away from that window and face down onto her bed so quickly she was pretty sure it was a new record. because fuck you were pretty.

⋆˚✿˖° and it only got worse later, when el was pulling her hair down from its bun, glancing the sun pressing below the clouds. her fingers moved to close the curtains of her window, and there you were, standing at the window directly across from hers. like— shit straight from a taylor swift music video or something.

⋆˚✿˖° and you, almost as awkward as her, let your hands fall down from their place above your head. you had been putting up shades, but once you caught the gaze of your messy haired neighbor, you smiled at her. fuck, you smiled and waved and ellie just turned away and shut her curtains. you know, like the master at social interactions she was.

⋆˚✿˖° a twin frown painted both your lips at the interaction that night, and at the same time you both huffed out, “god, why’d i do that?”

⋆˚✿˖° nothing really got better from there. not when your family forced you over to ellie’s house with a plate of cookies, your sweet smile the first sight ellie had seen that day as she turned the doorknob to shoo away some girl scout selling something. “we don’t need— oh— oh hi.”

⋆˚✿˖° you looked so fucking pretty. ellie was sure it was fake. maybe she was still in bed dreaming. maybe this was about to turn into one of those really weird s- never mind. you were talking now, and not asking to borrow sugar, so definitely real. “hi! uh— I just, we— i mean, my family, we just wanted to introduce ourselves. and give a gift i guess,” you glance to the plate of wrapped up treats and chuckle lightly. because really, cookies?

⋆˚✿˖° ellie was about red as the shirt she was wearing, stammering a thank you as joel creeped behind her at the door. “you the new neighbors kid?” joel had asked, making ellie clam right up. she backed away from the door, like— just side shuffled out of your view with an awkward wave.

⋆˚✿˖° your eyes followed her, fighting back the odd sense of disappointment that you were no longer staring at the freckled and flushed face of your new neighbor. “uh, yea—yes sir.” you eventually spoke again, offering your grin to joel instead.

⋆˚✿˖° one time joel was doing yard work the same time your family was outside working on the garden. you were fanning your sweating cheek with your hand, the warmth from the sun along with carrying in and out heavy tools was not exactly ideal, and you only felt more heated when ellie came outside the door at the exact moment joel ended up making conversation with your mother.

⋆˚✿˖° “your girl in college?” you could hear him ask, but it was lightly muffled, your attention instead on watching as ellie struggled to bend over and tie her converse against the wall. what an odd way to do it. she was balancing some sort of notebook between arm.. maybe pencils too? did she draw? or maybe write? why couldn’t you stop wondering about it?

⋆˚✿˖° your mom answered joel’s question with some version of the story she always does, gushing about how you were doing so well in school, how she was so proud of you. you didn’t tune back in until joel was speaking again, “ah yea, my — well, ellie, she’s in school too. physics major. but she’s got this thing for astronomy too. kid’s always talking about double majoring.”

⋆˚✿˖° god, she was cute and smart? and her name was ellie? you swore the sun got even hotter at the thought of her talking to you about quantum something-or-other, just nodding along. god you could see it now. a hand in that pretty auburn hair.. mumbling ‘mhm.. whatever you say ellie.’

⋆˚✿˖° then you saw her trip down the stairs on her porch as she looked over. full on hand on the side of the stairs to keep her from eating shit on the rocks there. you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, stifling a giggle as you wave her way. only to be given a tight lipped smile as she quickly moved away to her car. god. what an odd girl.

⋆˚✿˖° ellie simply lost it the moment she sat in her car, groaning loudly as she slammed her sketch book on her face. “stupid fucking shoes!” she muttered, as if it was the shoes fault for tripping, and not the way she had been intently staring at your face from across the yard. definitely not.

⋆˚✿˖° but really she couldn’t help it, you looked so good, you were wearing shorts, and ellie was happily taking in the sight of skin before that evil fucking creaky porch board got her tumbling down. fuck. she couldn’t ever talk to you again. not ever. she let her head fall to the steering wheel as she went through a million and one ways to simply become invisible and escape any way of running into you. maybe she should become nocturnal.

⋆˚✿˖° but when she let her head fall to the steering wheel, it honked. like a loud, drawn out honk that had you, joel, and your mother’s head turning to the direction of the sound.

⋆˚✿˖° ellie screeched, and you pressed fingers to your lips to contain another smile. you were pretty sure living here was going to be kind of great.

[tokyothirstygang]

TW: EXPLICIT CONTENT BELOW

Ever since you slept with your best friend Chifuyu, your relationship has become a little weird to say the least. If only there was a physical activity you two could do to help ease the tension… (Part 1 is here!)

The weeks following the first hook up had been fine, and things almost went back to normal immediately.

Almost.

There were a few times when you would be hanging out with him and catch him glance at your lips, blush and turn away. Sometimes you would find yourself doing the same to him.

Then the second hookup happened…then the third and fourth.

The more times you found yourself falling into bed with Chifuyu, the more the lines of your relationship blurred.

If you were out at a bar together and another girl came over and flirted with him, you would immediately feel a jolt of anger and jealousy. If someone made a move on you, he’d sit there with his fists balled up throwing back drink after drink.

There was no denying your friendship had changed, but neither one of you was brave enough to talk about it.

One night, he texts you right as you’re about to hop into the shower.

Steam whirls around your head as you read the text and nearly dropped your phone on my floor.

1:09 AM

“Im outside. I need to see you.”

You hastily slip on a robe and leave the bathroom without even bothering to turn off the water.

You speed walk down the hall and sure enough when you get to the front door he’s standing there, arms folded to his chest shifting his weight from one foot to another.

When you throw the door open, you don’t miss the few moments where his eyes widen and mouth falls slack when he sees you.

You look like a dream to him: red satin robe, hair flowing messily but sexily over your shoulders, and a full face of sultry make up left over from the night out you’d just had with some friends.

He quickly composes himself as you move back to let him enter the apartment. After closing the door and relocking it, you turn to face him.

“Is everything okay?” You ask as you guide him into the living room. He doesn’t immediately answer and when you glance back at him you see him surveying the space. When he finally realizes you’re watching him his cheeks tint.

“Sorry, it’s just…” his eyes scan your body and for a brief second you feel a flicker of self consciousness. “Am I interrupting something?”

You blink back at him, unsure of what had given him the idea something else was going on.

“No? It’s just me here.”

A look if relief washes over him.

“Oh. I just thought maybe…well because you’re dressed like that someone might be-“

“Someone might be here?” You cut him off with a snort. “You think I’d let you in if I was in the middle of fucking someone? I never even would’ve seen your message if I was. I was about to take a shower actually-”

At that exact moment you realize you left the water on went you left. “Shit! I forgot to turn it off before I let you in. Hold on.”

You turn to head back to the bathroom but before you can he catches your arm.

“Wait-“ you lock eyes and can see the shift in his demeanor. That mischief glint has entered his eyes, and you know he’s seconds away from bending you over the couch and having his way with you. “I want to take a shower, too.”

You feel your eyes widen in disbelief.

“You want to come shower with me?”

He nods slowly, running his tongue across his bottom lip as his gaze flicks to your mouth. “You’re so sexy in this color, you know that don’t you?” His right hand trails down the front of the robe, and he gently tugs at the tie holding it closed.

The robe easily slips open and when he catches sight of your bare skin you know he won’t leave until you let him have you.

“Is this why you came here?” You pull the robe down both of your shoulders and let the fabric drop to the floor. “You wanted a quick fuck?”

Unexpectedly he shakes his head no.

“I just wanted to talk to you, but now…” One of his hands grips the back of your head and the other cups the small of your back. “Now that can wait.”

He pulls you into him and leans down for a kiss the second your body is flush with his.

“I need to have you, baby.” He whispers between kisses.

You dont even have to think about it.

Almost as soon as the words leave his lips you start leading him to the shower.

Just like every other time, you’re both all over each other the entire walk down the hall. By the time you make it into the bathroom, there’s a trail of Chifuyu’s clothes going from the living room, down the hall, into your bedroom and to the bathroom doorway.

You waste no time jumping into the shower and as soon as you’re both inside, Chifuyu presses your back against the wall.

“I need to taste you.” He says, before getting on his knees and disappearing between your thighs. He drapes one of your legs over his shoulder and dips his head down to run his tongue along your slit.

Before long he’s got you gripping his hair and dripping down his fingers. His lips and tongue are doing God’s work on your clit while he slides his index and middle fingers in and out of you.

“Ride my face…” his muffled voice demands, and when you glance down at him you can tell by the look in his hooded eyes he’s almost more turned on than you are. “Ride my face until you cum.”

He takes his fingers out and lets you use his face until you’re clenching your thighs around his head, moaning his name and trembling.

Once you’re done he quickly stands up and softly grips your throat. He pulls you into a deep kiss, slipping his tongue in and out of your mouth and making you taste yourself on his lips.

“Turn around for me.”

You’re so dizzy from the orgasm and the heat of the shower that you barely comprehend what he says. Chifuyu notices and smiles at you.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

He swiftly flips you around, presses you against the wall, and gets you into position.

“Are you ready?” He asks, kissing the back of your neck and down your shoulders.

You nod and immediately feel him nudging the tip of his cock into you. Though you’ve slept with him a few times, the size of him always takes you by surprise. You gasp a little as he slides deeper inside, and he immediately reaches down between your legs to rub circles on your clit.

“That’s it…good girl…you know how to take my cock now, don’t you?”

Already too lost in your own lust, all you can do is sigh with pleasure and nod in response. Soon after, both of your loud moans are echoing through the bathroom. You have both hands pressed to wall to help keep you steady while Chifuyu pounds into you.

“You’re so good at taking it deep like this…fuck…you’re making me feel so good…”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, your eyes roll back and your legs start to shake.

He knows you’re close so he puts a hand to your throat again and pulls you away from the wall and closer to his body.

“Here, I got you. Just let me have it…cum for me.”

Chifuyu’s voice in your ear and the feeling of his strong arms and body supporting you is enough to tip you over the edge.

You grip his biceps as you cum and scream his name for all the neighbors to hear.

“Fuck, that’s it…good girl. Turn back around for me. Let me see you.”

You manage to stop shaking long enough to face him and when you lock eyes with him you see that animalistic look in his eyes he only gets when he’s really ready to tear you apart.

“Can you give me one more, baby?” He leans in for another deep kiss and has you ready to cum again from the intensity of the kiss alone. “Will you cum on my cock one more time?”

You nod eagerly, and he grins.

“That’s my girl.”

This time he enters you while you’re face to face and you find yourself struggling to keep yourself from blushing while he stares into your eyes.

After a few strokes he’s got himself in the perfect position and you can feel yourself coming undone already.

“Do you know why I came over here earlier?” He asks.

He’s hitting your favorite spot, and you’re trying your best to put a sentence together.

“N-no…why?”

He presses his forehead to yours and slides his cock in impossibly deep. You grip his biceps and groan, fighting to keep your eyes open and focused on him.

“Because I need you.”

When you only give a confused expression in return, he continues.

“I can’t let another man have you, baby.” He starts rolling his hips faster and pounding you so deeply you can barely think straight.

“I have to keep you for myself.”

————

You’ve officially been claimed by your new boyfriend how does it feel? I for one am sweating :)

[foxyaries]

My Shifting Story That Keeps Me Motivated To This Day

Well hello again! I think it is time I share my own "almost" success story. I know a lot of you might not be interested in reading about my ALMOST success. But trust me... the more I tink about my own story the more I realize how silly it was of me to procrastinate actually doing it for so long. It's almost funny. But let's get into it, shall we?

As I have already mentioned it in my previous posts (please do read them if you haven't already to fill in any blanks that you may or may not have). I have been at a very dark place at that time. And I didn't wanna live the way that I had for as long as I could remember, because I simply wasn't happy.. with my life or my family. And I felt like I was a good kid. And I was! So when I discovered the subliminal world.. I saw it as my escape and a way to finally become happy. And that's when the subliminal "Wake up in your desired family" came into picture.

Like I mentioned before, there were only a couple success stories under that subliminal, but at that time our community was even smaller compared to what it is now. And those 10 - 14k views was more than enough for me to believe that it was a real deal. It's a bit funny to think about it now because these days we tend to pick subliminals that has thousands and thousands and thousands of views? Am I right? :) That's how we decide whether the subliminal works or not.

Anyways.. back to my storytime. I have already mentioned in another post of mine that those success stories that I did see all said the same thing. That for them to start feeling the results it took them a couple months. And if you remember as well as I do. Back then everyone set a limiting belief that for a subliminal message to start working you need to listen to it for at least 21 days. Even tho that wasn't true, I didn't know much about shifting so I believed it. And I also wasn't desperate enough, so since the stories told me it took THEM 1 - 2 months, I figured it'd take me the exact amount of time. And I thought it was nothing compared to the future I was gonna have.

So all that I did for those couple months was listen to that subliminal at least 1 hour a day and sometimes if I could overnight with the idea that I could wake up in my desired family any given moment. Pay attention to that. I didn't set a deadline or put pressure on myself for doing anything wrong. I just listened and knew it was going to happen. When exactly? No idea. How exactly? Not a clue, but I didn't care. Because knowing less was actually more of a blessing than I thought. I had no limiting beliefs. All it did was awaken my inner child and that whole journey felt magical to me and I really looked foward to my results.

Probably a month passed by when I started getting tired around the same time, every single day so I'd take naps. At a time a half an hour nap was more than enough to make me feel rested and I'd get in the state of being awake yet asleep at the same time. You know what I am talking about. The state during which it feels like you are in and out of sleep. When the sounds feel like they are far far away and then they dissapear. It almost sounds like I was close to tapping in the void state, no? :)

So whenever I'd feel tired I'd just have one earbud in my ear and lay in whatever comfortable position I wanted to lay in. It usually was on my side. And I had no intention to shift because I KNEW it was gonna happen either way. So I'd lay down and just have myself doze off listening to my playlist (I had a couple boosters too but then I'd just loop the main subliminal). And then I started feeling unusual sensations and feelings I have never felt before. All I did was just lay there and day dream about how I was gonna wake up in my desired room and I tried imagining it in detail. How I was gonna walk out of my room and see my best friends that I was going to shift there with. And literally all I did was just loop that scene because it made me happy :')

I keep rambling haha I'm sorry. Back to what happened. I was probably a month in when I started to get tired and naking naps around the same time and suddenly my naps were different? I would just mind my own business, think about my future when suddenly I would feel this insanely strong sensation that I was being lifted off of my bed and that my body was turning and flying somewhere?? But because I didn't know exactly what it was it'd freak me out and my body would flinch. That's when I'd recover the feeling of my body back and it felt like I'd literally fall back into my bed. And I mean LITERALLY get slammed back into my body. And this wasn't a one time thing. Same thing kept happening every single day for like 2 weeks (until I got insecure and shifted my focus somehwere else as I've mentioned in another post). What's funny is that I didn't even realize what was happening. I was just like "Oh? That's a new feeling" I was just curious and wanted for it to keep happening so I could understand it better. I only realized what it was when it stopped happening all together and for that I blame myself.

But you know what? It's okay. I've learnt so much since then. And it's insane how all I did every day was look for other success stories to convince myself that this was real. When I had my own very real success story. I KNOW all fo this is real because I experienced it. And I am done looking for a confirmation from other people. I know the truth and that's enough. And you should too. You don't need any of these methods. All you need is to do whatever makes you feel comfortable and happy and that you know works for YOU. Cause what actually matters is that YOU KNOW is gonna work for you. That's all that ANY of us really need.

I know this is a lot, but if you actually read this I hope it helped and made you realize something... anything really. Be your own success story and make your dreams come true.

I believe soon you will hear about my own final success story:) Goodbye for now. Next post will be more about my fairy companion. Do look forward to that!

Much love,

Foxy ♡🦊

[interstellarrisa]

I manifested money two times today

a/n: hi everyone, ik i've been gone for 2 weeks but i'm back and with a success story and two mini ones lol. not the reason as to why i was gone but whatever :P btw this post is not proofread cuz im rlly tired

Decide

I needed new clothes since school is starting soon for me but we didn't really have enough money to go "back to school" shopping and so going shopping would've been kind of difficult but instead of getting sad and just accepting that story i decided to use my knowledge of the law of assumption.

It was late at night and I was tired and as I was falling asleep I thought "Why not use this moment to manifest some money?" When we fall asleep our brain is in a very open-minded state (dunno if that's the right thing to call it). It doesn't try to fight back or question suggestions it just kind of accepts them, and so I decided to manifest money. To be exact 200$ when converted.

Imagine it and accept it

As I laid there on my bed I kept on imagining how I had 200$. I would imagine my mom coming into my room and saying that she got 200$ or affirm that I had it. I even dared to get a bit bolder and start affirming that I would get more.

When any doubts would arise especially logical ones I would just go "Is logic really necessary?" and start questioning the logic. Like wdym "Where would you get that money from" or "It's impossible, there's no reason as to why I would just get money without any reason" I questioned the logic instead of making the logic question me.

Anyways, I just accepted that I had it and fell asleep. I did have a strange dream tho but nonetheless I fell asleep knowing I had it and that it was inevitable that I was going to wake up to the news of it.

Persist

Whenever I wake up I am in a kind of daze for like 10 minutes where I'm awake but my eyes are closed and my mind is really foggy, almost like I'm between the border of the waking world and the dream world (just say hypnogogia girl). I've always thought that this state would be good for manifesting but I've never done it.

When I woke up and was in this daze like state I decided to take advantage of it and do the same thing I did before I fell asleep, after that I just continued on with my day occasionally thinking about I should buy. I wasn't even worrying about the money I just knew that I had it.

That morning my mom had gone out to buy some groceries and when she came home she just told me that she had gotten 250$ and what was my reaction to that you may wonder, it was just a simple "cool". I didn't even realize that it had manifested because I already knew it would happen but like on a subconscious level, so I was just thinking that it was nice and not like "WOWOWOOWOWOW WATAHECK I JUST MANIFESTED 200$"

It was not until 3 hours had passed and I was in the bathroom washing my hands that I realized that it was ME who was the reason for the money, and even then I just gasped really quickly and calmed down. Maybe I'm just that type of person who calms down fast? Anyways, the title did say that I manifested money two times right?

Decide + Imagine it and accept it + Persist

After going shopping I was sad because buying things actually cost money!!! WDYM YOU'RE TAKING MY MONEY AFTER I JUST BOUGHT SOMETHING!!! I THOUGHT THE NUMBERS ONSCREEN WERE THERE JUST TO INTIMIDATE ME AND NOT THE AMOUNT YOU'RE TAKING FROM ME/j

As I was walking out the mall I was decided to change my mindset from that of a person who just spent a lot of money and is sad about it to a person who doesn't care because they know money goes round and round and they'll eventually get it back.

Essentially: poor person mindset → rich person mindset.

When I got home I talked to my dad and he was like "Blah blah blah... focus on your studies...blah blah blah...take care of yourself...blah blah blah I'm giving you 150$...blah blah blah...again focus on school..."

Again I only realized I just manifested it when I opened tumblr LMAO, and I guess my advice is stick with a mindset and know it'll happen, you don't need to affirm a thousand times or constantly think about not that doing those things don't work and will ruin your manifestation but relaxing is also nice I guess.

a/n: what a yapfest lol anyways the other two mini success were manifesting a toothbrush and changing the weather to fog, bye for now !!

divider by @/anitalenia

[bbanghiitomi]

THE SAME PLACE AND DIFFERENT TIME

pairing: kim minji x fem reader

trope: fish out of water! childhood friends! first love! little bit of angst! fluff!

waking up feels weird for y/n again, inside the body of a first year college student, her little young soul is stuck somewhere she doesn't want to be. peeking on the window of her colorless room, it's an ordinary sunday, clear skies with no clouds and her view is blocked by buildings. it's so boring sitting here inside her room, a bed with no presence of a certain person she longs for. there's almost no time for her, the world is too fast and there's always something to look forward for.

but lately, her days have become more boring, it feels like she's starting to lose the meaning of a secret world she used to have as a child. consumed by sadness and boredom, y/n doesn't really know what to do, she's stuck inside her dorm maybe for a few more years?

"no, i shouldn't sulk like this..." y/n mentally sighs as she stands up from her bed and walks towards her study table. she hasn't changed one bit, at least that's what she thinks, she's the same old kid who hates sitting around looking sad, someone who persists through every conflict and is spontaneous.

if minji were to see her again, would she think the same?

y/n have always wondered about that, when she thinks of minji, she starts to miss the tall girl again, like always since she left to study far from her home. y/n at first liked to believe it hasn't been that long, until maybe a few more years passed because she hopes when she comes back, minji would remember her again.

but in reality, it's been more than 2 years, 5 years to be exact... in that amount of time, how many memories did minji make without y/n? how many people did she meet?

how long did she ever think about y/n? when every hour felt like another day without warmth for y/n.

does she care for y/n anymore? the thought is extremely scary, thinking about being forgotten is scary...

y/n sits on her chair, grabbing her laptop as she opens it and looks at an email from her school, after her test, the school announces a break for the students and it's 4 weeks.

enough time to go back to gangwon province and maybe see minji again.

"no!" y/n shakes her head as she buries her face on her palms, the warmth of embarrassment spreads around her face. will she even remember me? y/n thinks to herself as she sighs, stretching her arms to her table and leaning over to it, her fingers touching the small and fuzzy bear figurine that minji have gifted her before, there's a smaller version of it, the baby bear.

back then, there really wasn't a lot to worry about, just when y/n's piano practice starts or when minji needs to go back home. back then, these feelings she had for minji were all just something to laugh about and forget tomorrow, but it turned into something bigger the longer she looks for minji.

times used to be more simple and minji used to be enough for her to reach, maybe she have wished for too much and that dream she had since she was little came true, but now y/n feels lonely.

the girl also comes across her last messages to minji, before everything went radio silent.

"sorry!" as if she have caused minji some trouble again.

"it's okay. message me again when you're free." minji sent her.

"okay!" y/n's reply and she hasn't gotten any free time ever since.

should she really come back? is the biggest question she wants to know right now, before she spends her break rotting on her bed all day long.

luckily, y/n's parents came to the rescue, they've been planning on building a small house in a small town in the province and they wanted to hear her thoughts. that means y/n can have an actual reason to go back...

on her way home in the car, y/n sits behind and listens as her parents converse. "what have our daughter been doing? we missed you so much." y/n's mother pipes in, the girl gives her mother a smile before leaning towards her mother's seat. "a lot actually, i didn't know there's a lot to do in college."

her father's laughs, shaking her head. "you'll get used to it kid, we've been living in the city for 5 years... things will get more rocky in the future." he says, y/n nods and smiles at her father. "i understand." she mutters.

her mother smiles endearingly at the interaction before looking behind her daughter who immediately meets her gaze, "don't you want to see minji?" she asks, y/n raises her brows and purses her lips before leaning back to the backseat and shrugging.

"i actually don't know if i want to..." she admits, sighing before laughing and shaking her head. "it's just that, it's been 5 years." she adds, y/n's father takes a peek at his daughter and looks at his wife before back at the road.

"didn't we talk to her family last week?" he asks, y/n's mother perks up and nods, looking at their daughter, who then gives them both a confused look.

"oh right! we missed the town so much, we decided to build a home again in the same neighborhood." y/n looks at her parents and squints her eyes at them before speaking. "okay? and what did you guys talk about?" the parents look at each other before laughing.

"a lot, about the house, the town, the city, university and you! minji said she misses you." y/n's father say and y/n cannot help the way her eyes widens. "o-oh... really?" she mutters.

her mother nods with a bright smile. "she said, you seem very busy and she was wondering why you weren't with us." y/n fixes her hair and the way she sits, before raising her index finger. "so, what do you guys plan to do there?" she asks.

her father looks straight to the road, occasionally peeking at his daughter from time to time. "well, minji's family owns a small inn, right? we can stay there for a while, talk about what we want our house to look like." he shrugs, y/n nods and gives her parents a small smile.

"i won't mind that. i wish it would look like our old house though." the girl receives nods from her parents and it didn't take them any longer until they finally arrived their old town.

standing in the middle of the street, y/n looks rather... lost? or maybe she is, the day is about to end and y/n starts to hear crickets all over the place. it's as if she's never been in this town, there's so many turns, left and right and it's making her head dizzy.

there weren't that much people too, it's like she's in a ghost town! it's not like this in the city, so bustling and loud, full of life.

and y/n starts to wonder whether she was really from this place, did she really grow up here? why does this place look so unfamiliar? just a few moments ago, y/n walked away from the inn before she could even see minji, wanting to gain enough courage to talk to the tall girl again.

and now here she is, lost in the town, not sure where to go. this moment made y/n realize she's changed, a lot... that maybe she really wasn't the same person she was before. the small y/n would never be lost like this...

still, y/n wants to find her way back home, even if she doesn't know where.

"do you still know this way?" y/n hears someone behind her and she immediately turns her body around to look at the familiar face of her childhood friend.

"m-minji..." she can only mutter, minji laughs and walks towards the girl. "why did you leave? when i went to welcome your family to the inn, you were nowhere." y/n shakes her head and puts a hand on her face and she sighs.

"i just wanted to walk around..." though, it was clearly a lie. minji nods and raises her hand as if to gesture y/n to follow. "let's go back to the inn." minji tells the girl, a very endearing and totally not charming smile on her face.

the girl nods and tucking in lost strands of her hair behind her ear before watching minji walk past her and the girl follows immediately.

minji doesn't look back but she's smiling, it's nerve-wracking, y/n doesn't know what to really say as if the words are stuck in her throat. no motivation to fight for her feelings.

"so, how's the city? i heard many great things come from there." minji starts, looking behind. the girl looks at minji and sees the smile on minji's face, her round eyes and very recognizable lips. y/n looks down with a blush on her cheeks and then back up at minji again as she laughs. "oh it's fine, i grew kind of tired of the noise and how boring the city could be." y/n answers, minji blinks twice before turning to the road again.

as they walk, they see kids frolic around the area, to the park and around some corners of the village. seeing that makes y/n reminisce about the past again, how fun and simple it was, what did change? she wonders.

"wasn't it your dream? you told me before." minji remembers that, but remembering it reminded you that you wanted that dream for your parents, because it's a big thing.

"my parents' actually, but then again, their dreams are mine." y/n sees minji nod, her back turned to y/n again as they walk and finally reach the inn. surprisingly, your parents weren't that upset, very understanding too. "thank god minji was there earlier, we knew she'd pick you up right away." y/n's father walks over to minji and pats her shoulder.

"so happy to see you again kid! i'm sure my daughter is too." minji smiles at y/n's father, nodding her head before looking at y/n, who cannot find a way to avoid the other girl. "that's great to know. have you brought your things up inside your inn already, sir?" she asks, and y/n's parents nod.

"we did! don't worry, by the way we should get going for now. we haven't gotten dinner." y/n's mother waves her hand towards minji and leaves with her husband, y/n stops walking in front of minji and looks at her parents before back at minji.

"thanks... i hope i didn't bother you." she smiles apologetically and fixes her hair, minji feels her heart beating as she looks at the girl. minji shrugs and shakes her palms that are starting to get wet. "nope, it's okay. you should get some rest now."

"okay, see you tomorrow." they stare at each other for a good 3 minutes before y/n looks away and starts walking unusually faster to their inn.

"you left the construction site?" minji asks the girl, who looks up from where she was sitting and stands up, fixing her skirt. minji's eyes went to look at y/n's skirt and immediately, like nothing happened up at y/n's eyes.

"uh huh." she says, nodding her head before laughing sheepishly. "i got bored and yeah, i want to do something else." y/n says, minji nods and puts her hands on the pocket of her pants.

"you haven't changed a bit." minji says, letting out a small chuckle. y/n look up back at her, raising an eyebrow at the tall girl. "what?" she whispers, minji walks behind a bit. "i mean, i don't think you changed at all. you're still the same girl from before." y/n feels her cheeks blaze as she nods, humming.

the playground is empty in the middle of the day, when kids are at school, just like it was before. it's almost as if it was the same place, and yes it was but... it also feels like the same time, y/n doesn't feel like she's grown any older.

yes, minji looked more mature, looked prettier, taller and her hair grew longer and more silky.

"really? i always thought i've changed a lot." y/n tells minji, she receives a smile from the other girl. "well, you looked prettier now. but other than that, you wear the same type of clothes." y/n blinks when minji says that she turned prettier... y/n blinks again and laughs sheepishly, looking down on her skirt.

"ah yeah, i feel more like myself in these." truth to be told, it's more on projection. thinking about how much she's changed mentally is tiring, it's like the life in city left her caged with nothing to do but the same thing. the only way she can relived her past self is by wearing the same clothes she used to wear.

minji looks at y/n's clothes and back the the girl's face. "it's nice. living in the city, i'm surprised you're still hesitant about your looks." minji chuckles and scratches the back of her head, y/n blinks her eyes twice and then away. "i just feel like sometimes i don't feel right in my own clothes."

"you look right, amazing even." minji shrugs before offering her hand to y/n. "it's been so long since i last saw you." minji adds, y/n stretches her arm and opens her hand to hold minji's, the texture of minji's palm never changes, despite all the work she does in their house it's still soft.

"i'm sorry if i couldn't even message you..." y/n says, recalling the times she couldn't make any time to reply or even hit minji up. minji shrugs and caress y/n's hand. "i understand, it's not easy being in college. i hope you're fine though..." y/n smiles at minji and puts another hand on their hands.

"i'm so glad to see you again, it feels so weird..." y/n purses her lips before sighing and speaking again. "it's like i'm going around chasing a bunny, then again i'm lost." minji nods, tilting her head to get a better look of your face.

"some people really don't understand the secret this world has." there's so much to do, so much to eat, so much to say, so many to love and care for. there's not enough time to do everything but the most. y/n looks up at minji as the tall girl speaks. "you told me before right? that happiness are those small things."

at the end of the day, y/n is just a crybaby.

in this bright world full of fantastic things, there's no time to feel bored.

"yeah... and we used to eat cookies, and almost i don't know what i was doing before." y/n laughs, minji looks away. there's a blooming, ticklish, funny feeling inside minji when she's here holding your hands, it's the same giddy feeling while playing stupid games before, the same feeling looking at your face but this feeling was never there for anyone else.

"you used to never think twice, no matter how crucial it is. you also used to get lost a lot too, then i'd look for you." minji says, y/n giggles and brings their hands closer to her chest. "thinking about those stuff, feels like looking at a picture book right?" y/n says, minji nods.

the skies are turning orange, and kids are running towards the playground. maybe the reason the little kid y/n was before didn't get lost because she had minji.

"you used to always get in trouble..." minji laughs and y/n shakes her head, whining. "i was just really annoying!"

it's such a ridiculous story, feels like no one will believe. seeing minji's face again, the patch of mud on the sidewalk and the kids frolicking around in their own world.

"i missed you a lot." minji speaks again, this time her voice sounded more delicate as if she meant every one of her word. it's been so long, days, weeks, months and years have passed but minji still remembers y/n.

the girl looks at minji as if she's about to cry, because those words mean a lot to her. y/n nods, letting go of minji's hand before she steps and wraps her arms around minji. "i missed you too!" y/n sobs, causing minji to laugh.

"come on, are you really just gonna weep like that?" minji teases, y/n buries her head on minji's shoulder, wiping her tears on the taller girl's shirt. "seriously..." y/n whispers.

minji pats y/n's back, an arm around the girl's waist. "ah, it's getting darker." minji mutters, y/n ignores her and sobs again. "i really think of you a lot, when i look at my last message to you... i wish i can do something about it." y/n whispers, her voice cracking every syllable.

"you know i'm not going anywhere, right?" minji whispers back, putting her hand on top of y/n's head. y/n nods, it's not about that. the girl hates the idea of being away from minji again, she's hated that idea but seeing minji again, like this... makes her hate it even more.

minji isn't leaving but minji is also not going to be there always, it's not about whether she's going to leave or not... after all those years, her little silly feelings for minji, turned into something bigger and more serious, when she yearns for minji's warmth that space inside her heart turns more shallow.

maybe, y/n is scared minji might find someone else...

"don't look for anyone else other than me..." y/n whispers, minji widens her eyes as she hears what was said. minji turns her head to take a peek of y/n's face, but all the girl did was bury her face deeper on minji's neck.

"what do you mean?" this is it. this must be really it.

y/n may feel guilty for sounding selfish admitting that she hates the idea that minji will find someone who'll love her too.

"i... i want to be honest, ever since i left i started to miss you more everyday, it feels like it was never gonna end." y/n takes a sharp breath. feeling the way her heart squeezes as if pouring out all the feelings she's harbored for minji on those years they were away from each other.

it feels like she's inside a woods, lost inside the forest with nowhere to go except the only path she can see.

"it was so long... everything feels like it's the same everyday. people around me moved on, went past and never looked back. i couldn't because i feel it too deeply, and i love too much..." y/n pulls away from minji, letting go of the tall girl... that also forced minji to let her hands off of y/n.

"i didn't want to be left alone, i didn't want to think of you with someone else!" y/n sees the way minji looks at her, the tall girl looks at the playground, the kids are all going home.

y/n puts her hand on her face, wiping her stupid tears away.

"i never looked for anyone else but you... i see you on and off on your account, it gives me hope that you're still there. we're stuck on the same memory, i think of you too a lot." minji shrugs as she speaks and reaches for y/n's hand, minji hears y/n trying to suppress her tears.

"y/n? are you serious?" minji chuckles and holds y/n's hand tighter. the girl looked confused, she tucks in strands of stray hair behind her ear. minji sighs. "i take my time to let you know i'm just here for you to lean on to, stupid messages, so short but it's alright because i know you're okay." minji continues, her other hand reaches for y/n's shoulder.

y/n was silent, she looks like she's hesitating but in reality, there's nothing but minji inside her head.

"it's because i like you!" y/n opens her mouth and stares at minji, surprised about what she had said. minji leans her head closer, seeing y/n blink her eyes and lifting her hands to cover her face.

minji hears y/n whine and she holds the girl's shoulders. "hey..."

"i don't why? we only talk through messages and they're not even that long! i've tried to hard to get rid of these feelings but it's not working! you're really the only one i want..." y/n grumbles, her voice is muffled but still audible that it makes minji smile to see how intense the girl's feelings are for her.

"i understand." minji states as she moves her hand to hold y/n's nape, pulling her closer and making the girl take her hands off of her face until their foreheads touch. minji holds y/n's waist with her other hand. "don't ever change, okay? you and your feelings, don't change." minji whispers.

y/n hears the crickets and then maybe her own heartbeat, distracted by the way minji looks at her eyes... it could be the street lamps but minji's eyes looks like she has the whole milky way galaxy in them.

minji laughs as she feels how warm y/n has gotten.

out of nowhere, the tall girl leans to kiss y/n on the lips, not that long but enough for y/n to feel it linger all over her.

the wind blows, but suddenly it's not so cold here anymore.

minji doesn't give y/n any time to react and immediately pulls her in a hug. "dummy. i love you too, okay? you're not alone." minji mutters.

y/n lowers her head, leaning on minji's shoulder and she finds herself diving in deeper in their hug. "gosh, this feels like it's not real..." y/n mutters, minji laughs again and places a kiss on y/n's cheek.

"but it is real, wanna go back to the inn?" minji asks, gently lifting y/n from the ground, causing the girl to shriek and laugh.

and it's fun like that, exploring new feelings and diving in it without thinking much. it's fun basking on its wonderful effects, how amazing love can be or just how unpredictable circumstances are sometimes.

it's another day, y/n feels like she dreams a lot now. she doesn't want to forget her dreams.

when the girl sits up, she opens her eyes and sees how blurry her vision was. the girl rubs her eyes for a few seconds, before opening them again.

she was greeted by the pink walls of her room, exactly the same copy of her childhood room but without the stains of time.

was she dreaming? y/n peeks on her window, a very sunny day with bright skies and clouds all over the blue horizon.

just an ordinary day.

y/n looks on the floor of her room, her shoes with a patch of mud on it.

thankfully, she wasn't dreaming at all.

the door of her room opens, from the shoes, y/n looks up to see minji smiling at her. "hey, it's 11am already." the girl says, y/n smiles and jumps off of her bed, running towards minji and embracing the tall girl in a hug.

"ah! thank you!" y/n rubs her cheek on minji's shoulder, humming. the tall girl looks at her girlfriend, confused. "what happened?" she asks.

y/n shakes her head and laughs. thinking that what if everything was a dream? y/n was scared that once she opens her eyes, minji will be out of reach again. but she's wrong, minji is here.

"nothing, i'm so happy you're here again! and that you wake me up before it gets late." y/n says, minji nods and pats y/n's head, sighing. "ah yeah, come on we have somewhere to go." minji pulls y/n out of her room, their laughter is heard across the corridor as they walk to the dining room.

y/n might have been lost on her way home, maybe it took her too long to find her way back... but she's back! that's all that matters, minji is with her to guide her wherever she goes, just like when they were younger.

[sexydoffyman]

i dunno if you write for philip graves but is it alright if you wrote him for jealous or possessive sex with a gn reader?

day 26 - JELAOUS SEX

Phillip Graves

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mdni

(Reader pretends to be a lady for a mission but still g/n)

You always loved messing with him. Him having such a high position really helped you with getting on his nerves. All it took was a single smile at a shadow and boom he's riled up. Of course, he knew basic social manners and understood that sometimes you just have to be overly nice.

Your job was what angered him more than anything. You were always sitting on the lap of some sixty-year-old fuck to distract him or get some intel. Some ass put you up to that job because he was angry at Graves. He tried to talk with his superiors, but they all declined your change of positions.

How could they deny such an offer? You were like a magnet to dudes who haven't been able to fuck for a while. Your feminine features helped with your job since it was easy to disguise as a lady of their dreams.

You had gotten into an argument with Graves and just wanted to get back at him. He scared the shit out of you during the last mission. You almost stabbed him in the neck when he sneaked up on you. You lectured him about how what he did was dangerous as fuck. He didn't take you seriously at all. He just brushed you off and went to do whatever he was doing before you chewed him out.

He took something that you found really important so lightly, so why not do the exact same thing. Graves found some businessman that had some intel and that's where you came in. When you got into the nightclub that you were informed about, you immediately spotted your target.

Your mission was simple. Get in, get the man drunk, get the intel, leave. What you decided to do was to play with him before you actually got him drunk. You sat down next to him and smiled all flirty-like. He looked at you, waiting for you to talk. "You look pretty evil." He laughed at your words. You definitely got his attention.

You chatted with him for a while, with Graves listening in with a wire. He was not only listening, but he was also watching you like a hawk. The man slipped his hand on your butt. You giggled and asked him, "I have a boyfriend, you know." You put your hand on his chest.

"What a naughty lady you are~" He smirked at you as he pulled you into his lap. Graves immediately realized why were you doing this, but he only shrugged it off, being a little agitated. He reminded you about the mission with the earpiece that was hidden in your earring. What you did instead was flirt with the businessman.

He snuck his hand under your skirt. You eventually got him drunk and got the intel. But you still sneaked in some kisses... and a little bit of making out.

You ended up walking out of the club and meeting with a shadow. You passed the gathered information onto him. He did too, give you some information. "Commander is furious." "That's what I hoped for." You responded. He showed you the way to a car and drove both of you to the base.

You already saw him at the gate waiting for you. You got out of the car, smiling at him. "Come here." He sounded aggravated, for sure. It made you feel happy. You were in his room together as he was showing you his anger. "Common, it's nothing." You said the same words he said to you.

He knew damn well you wanted to make him mad. But you've crossed the line a little bit. And by a little bit, I mean a whole fucking lot. You only giggled, sealing your fate.

He was done with you. He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you onto the bed. He was soon above you. Lust filled his eyes as he kissed you while pushing you down into the mattress. He pushed your hips up your crotches, meeting you could already feel his hard-on.

His kisses got sloppy, going all over your body. He had the image of you and that man in his head. He wanted to blast his head off. You tried to get a little flirty with him by caressing his back with your hands. Unfortunately, he pushed them away and pined them above your head.

"You adorable piece of shit." He was furious, and he knew you liked that. He hurriedly took off your pants, revealing your bare body to him. He was always passionate, but this time it was different. He wanted to be rough with you.

He spread your legs and put them on his shoulders. He didn't hesitate to enter you the moment he saw you had your guard down. He was usually nice and gentle. So him being rough right off the bat was a surprise.

He laughed angrily, groaning into your neck. He wanted to do something to you, but you were just too nice to hurt. You did make him jealous on purpose, but he still loved you with all his heart. He decided that being a little rougher with you won't hurt.

You whined into his ear. Oh, how he loved that. He loved how much his actions impacted you. Even those little moans made him feel so good. You were completely out of control of the situation. He could do anything to you as he pleased. The thrill of the situation made you want him to do so.

He had you exactly where he wanted as he thrusted into you. His powerful hips slamming into the ones of yours. You became a mess under him. Just how he liked it.

He was gonna have a lot of fun with you tonight.

[xenosagaepisodeone]

For the last 2 weeks I've been transfixed on a strain of lost media I've come to call "bad memory induced media", where the supposed media in question does not (or at least more than likely does not) exist, but there are swaths of people convinced that they have definitely seen it at some point. There is rarely anything more to go off of for the hunt than a vague summary outlined in a post on some forum, but the lack of specificity allows people to fill in the blanks with similar types of media that they've seen, giving them the impression that they've already experienced it. I've found that this is extremely common for alleged lost shock media in particular, which isn't surprising. I talked a little about this on my LOL SUPERMAN post, and I get the impression that a similar strain of logic applies on a smaller scale.

Anyway, 2 major cases I have been looking at for a while are Saki Sanobashi/Go For A Punch and Evil Farm Game. Saki Sanobashi in particular fascinates me because an urban legend like this should have crumbled to the wayside by like 2018 at the latest, since that's when anime more or less became demystified to normal people. The basic premise is that it is an 80s/90s horror anime about anywhere from 4-8 girls trapped in a bathroom. The girls talk about their lives, hopes, dreams and philosophies before slowly going insane and dying one by one. If you like horror stuff you probably are already getting the vague impression that it sounds familiar- which could be influenced by any swath of media artifacts from Saw to the Russian Sleep Experiment creepypasta to the Ikea SCP to ClockUp's Euphoria to snippets of Battle Royale to that one Grisaia no Kajitsu arc. OP insisted he found it fully subbed on the deep web (omegalul) and hasn't found a trace of it since, implying some kind of murky origin or legal status (the OVA is not pornographic btw). As you can probably tell, I think this is silly. Like, so much goes into anime production that it would be difficult to hide any traces of this thing's existence. Someone had to voice act those girls. Someone had to sit hunched over a desk and draw that settei. OVAs were such a new thing in the 80s and 90s that both sfw and nsfw series were advertised in magazines. The only way that this could be so lost that not even a MAL entry remains is if it had been a student/indie production or something made for a single comiket event...but even at that....you're telling me that someone still managed to rip this from a vhs and subtitle it? And then chose to upload it to the deep web instead of youtube? even the title sounds like something google translated but didnt format correctly ("Saki Sanobashi" being gibberish while "Saki-san no Bashi" translates to "Saki-san's Bridge").

And yet there are people who will say "I definitely saw this at some point" because they saw a reaction image similar to the alleged scene where the protagonist smashes someone's head into a mirror. "The neck scratching death sounds familiar...." because you watched a higurashi amv! And OP did too, and thought it was so creepy that he involved it in his fake story. It's almost grating how much you have to suspend your disbelief to embrace that something like this exists in the exact way that stories like this insist. While many people have accepted that the series is likely not real in the last 4 or so years, there still persists a cohort of people hunting for Saki Sanobashi, likely because they are kids who are now too old to believe in Squidward's Suicide.

Evil Farm Game gives me a chuckle because it goes like this: a redditor posts to r/tipofmytongue about an old flash game where you play as a farmer who kills his wife and then has to hide her body while going about his farm tasks. The setup is completely fine and actually kind of reminiscent of a few story driven flash games I played on newgrounds as a kid. Many people came forward insisting that they had played this as well, one person even producing a link to a file from their hard drive that they couldn't open, but strongly believed that the game was there. A subreddit was even created to support the search. The twist is that it was a misremembered joke from a vinesauce stream.

Everyone knows that memory is an extremely fallable thing; people can be coaxed into believing that they did or saw things that they didn't with the correct prompts. What gets me is that a lot of people on the hunt for "bad memory induced media" seem to largely be hyping themselves up. They want to believe there is something that exists against all reason no matter what. It's chuuni in nature. Do not get me wrong- the interest in finding a cool, mysterious, haunting piece of media isn't lost on me, but dog, the dopamine hit of finding a previously lost 1985 commercial for almonds in a box of vhs tapes you got from eBay is the same.

[mychemstat]

passenger- ray toro

summary: either it was the budding chill in the air, or the wet dream you had about him, but you could not get ray toro out of your mind. going so far as to ignore him at every chance you got not only hurt him, but you as well. you couldn’t focus on anything, ray consuming every single facet of your brain. when gerard offers you straightforward advice, you actually consider his ramblings, no matter how useless he was when he came to his own love life. you weren’t sure if it was worth blurring the lines of friendship. but you did know that you couldn’t wait any longer.

author’s note and warnings: ray toro/gn!reader. friends to lovers, some frerard mentions, smut, porn with plot, oral sex (m receiving), dry humping, reader gets off on his leg while sucking him off, car sex, no reproductive parts of the reader mentioned, ray is HUNG. reader doesn’t suck they swallow.

“fuck… i’m so close…” you breathed out.

you rocked your hips, thighs straddling his waist. his large hands covered your back, gently pulling you into him as he threw his head back, exposing his neck. your lips latched onto the awfully bare looking skin under his jawline, planting open-mouthed kisses as his hips bucked into yours.

“fuck, i’m not gonna last if you kiss my neck like- ah- like that…”

you felt his pulse against your lips, nibbling on the skin against his collarbone. “then i better keep going, huh?”

he suddenly stopped moving. confused, you sat back up and looked at him, “what?”

“do you want to take a break?” he asked. you tilt your head, bewildered.

“no, do you?”

“do you want to take a break?” he repeated, his face deadpanning.

“what? what’s- going on, are you okay?” you were concerned. why was he acting like that?

his voice was louder this time, “do you wanna take a break?”

“no, i don’t, why do you keep asking me this?”

“do you want to take a break?” you pulled back into reality as ray’s voice broke the daydream you embarked on, not realizing how you had spaced out mid-rehearsal.

it was two in the afternoon, the chill in the air slowly seeping through the crevices of your bandmate’s basement door. chapped lips and a dry tongue had you croaking into your mic, audible gulps following each line of yours. you sweated through your flimsy shirt, shifting weights with the guitar on your neck pulling you down to the floor. restless fingers grasping stray strands of your hair to move them back into place every few seconds, making sure you looked presentable.

the distorted note on ray’s guitar rang in your ears before he muted it, leaning in your direction. the drums in the back trailed off as you practically heard frank’s eyes roll.

you roughed up your bottom lip from chewing on it like fodder. you needed to rip your hair out one follicle at a time. you wanted to scream. you wanted to slam this stupid guitar that strained your neck against the wall and storm out.

a sudden, strange pressure to be perfect in front of your bandmates took over you. before that week, you didn’t care if they saw you fuck up because you knew that they knew how good you are at what you do. you respected the band and the art just as much as they did.

did it have something to do with the sort-of life-changing information you received a few days ago? definitely not, you thought.

so why was it that when you and gerard grabbed coffee a few days ago, and he made a passing comment on the fact that ray, a good friend and the lead guitarist of your band, had a sex dream about you, you spat out hot coffee on his new jacket?

why was it that you had tuned out gerard whining over his ruined jacket because you were too busy trying to calm your heart rate?

why was it that that exact night, you dreamt about making out with ray in the backseat of his car, fogged up glasses, handprints, and all?

and why, of all that is good, did you tell gerard about this? he had not stopped teasing you about it, and it started to feel like he never would.

you could almost hear that sneaky little shit’s thoughts through his expressions- which ray was happily unaware of. gerard grabbed his mic, held it close to his open lips, and pressed his tongue against his cheek repeatedly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, mocking your dream.

it was bad enough that your brain decided to see ray, your bandmate, in such a new light, now you were daydreaming about dry-humping in the back of his car and being called out by gerard for doing so.

if you could kill anyone at this moment, it would be that fucker.

that was the fourth time you messed up at rehearsal. arriving late, sweaty and out of breath to practice wasn’t enough, apparently. it was as if you had to piss off your bandmates further. gerard and mikey’s house was fifteen minutes away from yours, but when you woke up five minutes before band practice, you barely had time to put on a decent outfit let alone eat something, before grabbing your backpack and bolting.

so, when you ran into the brothers’ basement, you were greeted by a symphony of annoyed groans and “finally!”s, unable to meet their eyes.

you wish you started off with tiny mistakes that didn’t matter too much. you wish. first, you missed your cue to sing. second, you simply forgot the lyrics.

and anyone who said third time’s the charm,was a liar, you soon realized. you spaced out mid-song staring at the boy in front of you, long curly hair framing his eyes, fanning out over his soft lips.

fuck, not now, you scolded yourself.

“guys, i’m so fucking sorry, i just…i don’t know what’s fucking wrong with me today-” you ducked your head, hands reaching for the guitar strapped around your neck to free yourself from the weight that felt unbearable at that point.

“i can think of a reason…” gerard quipped sing-songily, cocking an eyebrow at you.

the glare you threw at him was equally as charged, making him motion at his lips as if he were locking them up and throwing away the key.

“maybe you should take a break…” ray repeated, ignoring gerard and readjusting the strap around his shoulders. frank looked like he couldn’t wait for this conversation to be over so he could start playing again. mikey was quiet as usual; he was one of the more easygoing of the bunch. no drama, nothing.

you looked up at ray, guilt painting your visage as you exhaled slowly. you knew you need a break. you know he’s right of course.

you cannot blame yourself either. the fact that you both had sex dreams about each other makes you want to chew drywall. you promised yourself you would not ever fall for any of your bandmates, not even accidentally: a promise that seemed laughably doable after the first week of knowing them.

now that you actually noticed his every movement: the way his curls bounced, the way his fingers moved like butter across the fretboard, the way he could improvise the best melodies at the drop of a hat, the way he threw his head back while experimenting on the guitar that looked like it weighed nothing to him.

it was like there were permanent rose-colored glasses surgically attached to your face that emphasized every breath and blink of the hunk of a guitarist standing in front of you. thinking about him made you feel high, and you hated the amount of pleasure you derived just from recounting every feature of his.

you couldn’t look ray in the eyes. it was way too risky. what if you start giggling for no reason, or acting weird?

“i think i’ll… go home and take a nap. maybe that’s what i need.” you accepted defeat, rubbing your temples and bending over the couch behind you to grab your backpack.

“what you need is to get lai-”

“are you okay to perform tonight?” mikey asks, interrupting his brother, the only other guy to have his head screwed tight.

oh, right. the show.

amongst the whole sex dream fiasco, you had forgotten about all your responsibilities, including the gig you signed the band up for.

you nodded, “i’ll see you all at the gig tonight. i’ll be better, i promise.” you knew they would understand, but that didn’t stop you from feeling the massive weight of guilt crush your shoulders.

“do you need me to drop you off if you’re not feeling okay? It’s no big deal,” ray offered, about to take his guitar off his shoulders.

“no!” you shrieked. too loudly. gerard snickered in the back.

it was bad enough that you couldn’t even meet ray’s eyes, you didn’t think you could handle him driving you home, sitting so close to you, his legs spread apa-

“i can go by myself. you guys should rest up too. we have practiced enough i think… not you, gee, you could warm-up a bit.” you winked at him, hoping the playfulness in your voice didn’t sugarcoat your absolute hatred for him at the moment.

the speed with which you left the stuffy basement that smelled like beer breath, shocked you (you were far from athletic). you preferred working on your music and overanalyzing movies in your own time.

getting out in the open, fresh air made you feel much better. the growing distance from ray left you feeling empty almost like a dopamine detox would.

a slight sense of relief tagged along. the jersey air nipped at your nose as you squinted your eyes and buried your chin in your coat’s neck.

at least the headphones trailing from your ears to your backpack protected your ears against the sharp chill in the air. the thin, dark-wooded trees barely harbored leaves, forming nerve-like patterns against the dark-gray sky. the crunch beneath your converse soothed your nerves a bit as the effect of the numbing cold made you forget everything for a while. the next track in your mixtape undid all that.

it was the song you heard ray play the first time you met him.

this tall nerd in g’s basement, fooling around with his guitar to play what happened to be your favorite song. quietly humming along, toothy smile as he tried new variations of the underlying riff, shaking his head to the rhythm, huge hands knowing exactly what they were doing. the mild scent of lavender in the air as watched his fingers fly across the fretboard, being painfully obvious that you were watching him closely.

you didn’t think you remembered so much of that day. maybe you already had a thing for him, and you didn’t know it.

but how could you not? being in a band with someone who was as talented as ray made you want to become a better musician. plus, the word “crush” made you wince- it was so middle school. it was more than just physical with him.

he was always there for everyone: the responsible one, the one that made sure that when the two rowdy dumbasses, g and frank, were out of line, he fixed it. the one who made sure everyone’s input was considered.

there was no doubt that you found him the most attractive in the band; the mastery of his instrument had you obsessing over learning as much as you could from him. you would spend the most time with him than any other bandmate. sharing a cig when you could, even though neither of you were addicted to it like gerard or frank were, asking him to show you how to pinch the strings even when the band was on a break from rehearsal, him enthusiastically hearing everything you had to say about the most recent movie you saw. it was comfortable. you felt safe with him.

you just never realized how important he was in your life till that day. and that made you want to throw up.

he was just a guy. he was just some dude. he was just a man. he was just a friend.

by the time you entered your apartment to kick your shoes off and lie down on your bed, the words “just a friend” became jumbled sounds. even gaslighting yourself into believing something did not work.

was he ever just your friend?

you tried recounting every interaction with him: every time you walked to his apartment with a new movie stashed in your bag that he hadn’t seen, gifting him a mixtape you made for the songs you wanted him to listen to.

adjusting his glasses for him when they were slightly knocked to the side, grabbing and shaking his thighs when you were excited about something in a movie you liked.

huh, you weren’t completely blameless.

your dreaded gaze shifted from your ceiling to the clock on the wall at three pm. three hours until your gig.

three hours until you had to see him.

you let out a wail of agony into your pillow before kicking off your clothes and shutting your eyes for what you hoped would be fifteen minutes.

you woke up an hour later, groggy and nauseous from the ill-timed nap. you panicked for a few seconds before realizing you were on time for your show.

it wasn’t like you hadn’t played in front of people before. you had performed maybe fifteen shows with the rest of the boys for even bigger bars than you were about to tonight.

but of course, that night was different, because you would carry the curse of knowing you liked someone you should not be liking.

he was your bandmate. mixing business with pleasure was never a good idea, from the countless movies you had seen with ray himself. you knew this was a bad idea. but something about wanting something you cannot have just made it more enticing.

you did know not to let this interfere with the show. your work was always the bigger priority; not some stupid crush that was probably just a temporary effect of the dream.

after tripping on your way to your bathroom sink, you splashed cold water on your face to snap yourself out of sleep. an all-black ensemble; a tank top and jeans; to go with the slightly expensive shoes you saved up for was enough self-decor. you weren’t a fan of showing skin: usually seen with sweaters or cardigans and sweatpants, but you didn’t mind it for performances. especially that night.

yawning and climbing through your clothes, you dragged the tip of the eyeliner over your eyelids and on your waterline before taking your finger and smudging it. you were glad that this sort of rushed make-up satiated your desire to look good. gerard or frank, on the other hand… they went all out.

but to your pure disappointment, it had only been ten minutes.

well, fuck.

when you met your band after that disaster of a rehearsal, you made your ability to make gold out of pure shit work wonders for you. an annoying smile on your face and a strong avoidance of any eye-contact with ray had you at the perfect headspace for the performance.

even when he said hi to you, you simply nodded at him and turned your attention to your guitar in the green room, practicing and focusing on the technique and the order of the chords.

the turnout was more than you had expected. as much as you hated to admit it, gerard was the best frontman, frankie headbanged his way through the show, mikey and ray played next to and off of each other, engrossed in their performances. your stiff, focused posture received multiple side-eyed glances by your bandmates, especially mikey, but you couldn't care less

you didn’t miss cues, you remembered the lyrics, and you, surprisingly, improvised on your solo. just a little more than the bare minimum. you could work with that. you just wanted that night to end as fast as possible.

but of course, just like everything else, gerard had to make your life harder.

your attempt to drink yourself to normalcy didn’t pan out. as soon as you sprinted to the bar to get a drink (or ten) in you, you heard gerard talk about a “kickback” at his place. an afterparty, he explained. it wasn’t like you could tell him no, you lived fifteen minutes away from him, and more importantly, he could sniff out a lie when he needed to.

when you saw gerard sneak out after the show to the band’s van, you followed him, ready to confront him and get away from the crowd yelling and screaming around ray, frank, and mikey.

gerard leaned against the van, lighting up a cigarette, the flame casting a dim orange hue over his face. you catch up to him and flick the back of that idiot’s head.

“ow! the fuck was that for?” he exclaimed, trying to hit you back on your arm, but you were already away from his reach.

“you know exactly what that was for!” you yelled, slamming back into the van's door, sulking, turning to the left to stare daggers into your cherry-haired friend’s face.

“tell me the truth. did you tell ray about my dream?”

“that’s what you’ve been worried about? no, you freak!” gerard scowls, “you know i don’t gossip!”

“then why did you tell me ray’s secret?” you counter.

“because it wasn’t a secret! the others know about it too! he told them!”

“but he didn’t tell me, you asshole. that’s what makes it a secret.” you seethed, trying to flick his forehead.

he covered his head with his hands trying to swat yours away, “okay, alright i fucked up! he just didn’t make it seem as big a deal as you did, so i thought it was okay to tell you.”

oh.

you went back to stand with your back against the van, the cool metal suddenly sending sharp shivers down your spine. a rude reality check. your lungs flattened, a blunt punch to the gut making you instantly nauseous. why did you not think about that? of course it wasn’t a big deal to him. you guys were friends after all. just friends.

the older man, noticing the obvious change in energy, tried covering up, “maybe he wanted us to tell you because he was too scared to tell you himself..”

you stayed quiet, leaning against the car window, letting the chill in the night envelop your sweaty skin. the adrenaline rush of having performed seemed to have crashed as you felt your feet turn jelly.

gerard blew smoke out, ashing it between the two of you. the smell of tobacco and nicotine enveloped you, almost like a comforting hug amidst the sharp twinges of the wind.

gerard extended his cigarette to you, “i’m sorry.”

you didn’t speak. the cigarette fit perfectly between the gap of your index and middle finger, like it was crafted for your digits, you realized, sipping it slowly.

the slow burn of the smoke in your lungs almost made you want to choke almost instantly, but you fought back, blowing out the cloud of cancer.

“i think i see why you smoke… you probably go through this every day with frank, huh?” you tried pullingyour friend’s leg, earning a swift punch on your arm.

“you’re a dick.” he said, choking out smoke, clearly surprised by the sudden jab at the state of his pathetic love life.

“you love me.” you stated with a smile, sucking the last of the cigarette before crushing it under your feet and dragging open the door of the van. “when are we going to learn?”

“before we die, i hope.” he answered you, climbing into the passenger seat.

before you knew it, mikey, ray, and frank ran back to the car, a chorus of laughter following them. you straightened up at the sound of ray’s voice and hoped to god he doesn’t sit next to you in the car.

god, however, seemed to have a personal vendetta against you because mikey decided to drive, leaving only you and ray in the backseat.

frank, for some reason, decided not to come with. said he was “busy.”

99% chance he was about to hook up with a dude whose name frank wouldn’t remember the next morning. scratch that, he definitely already forgot. you admired frank for his ability to fuck randos in bars and then forget about them the next morning. anonymous orgasms, he called them. as much as you hated it, you wanted to be like him. be carefree. be selfish. not some loser who, through the fault of their idiot, red-haired friend, developed a possibly destructive crush on their band member which would absolutely interfere with their day-to-day activities.

ray scooted into the backseat, telling mikey to turn the radio on as he rolled down the window near him, “i feel fuckin alive right now.”

“i know, those cheers had crack in ‘em. not one heckler either!” gerard added with an overtrying smile, clearly trying to recover from the fact that frankie was about to fuck a complete stranger, a whole year after their (secret) one night stand.

you felt ray look at you from the corner of your eyes but told yourself he was looking at your window.

you liked lying to yourself.

he shifted further in your direction and casually laid a hand out. a move so subtle, it would’ve seemed normal to the naked eye. a guitarist stretching his fingers after a show wasn’t uncommon, certainly not questionable. but you. you knew exactly what he was doing.

and you did not care for it.

“he didn’t make it as big a deal as you did.” why. why. why did you do this to yourself.

if it were acceptable, you would have hit yourself but you didn’t because you had to look like you didn’t care. you had to look like you didn’t care that ray could tell you were bothered without you having to say a word. you didn’t care that he was caring and still wanted to talk to you after the way you treated him.

and you loathed yourself for it.

he was nice to everyone. he was observant with everyone. right?

ray, however, did not remove his hand from near your thigh, almost bumping into your leg multiple times as the car rode over bumpers.

“drive properly, way!” you barked, looking back at the buildings and cars whooshing by in a blur.

you tried your hardest not to be part of any conversation by sulking into your seat so much that you hoped you would turn invisible.

by the time you reached gerard’s place, you were positive you wanted to drink yourself into the next morning because you did not want to remember anything. having a crush never bode well with you, and you were starting to think that it would never.

you were the first one at the cooler in his basement to fish out two beers and camp on the right end of the couch. the soft, sinking cushions had you exhaling in relief as you cracked open the beer.

ray, mikey, and then later, gerard filtered into the room, taking seats on the floor, or the ottoman.

and of course, ray sat on the small couch. right next to you.

his thigh pressed up against yours, his (huge) hands covering his knees as he shifted back and forth to make himself comfortable. g threw him and mikey a can each before perching on the ottoman and turning the tv on.

as you chugged the beer, you ignored the heat radiating off ray’s body; the scent of cologne mixed with sweat from tonight’s performance made you straighten your posture. there was a dull throb between your legs from the sudden contact he made, but of course, you did what you did best.

ignored it.

the more you drank, however, the harder it became to ignore it. so much so, that you crossed your legs and leaned away from him onto the armrest for some well needed friction.

then, ray spilled beer on his pants.

it was an accident. ray was fixated on the tv— some cheap horror flick that g thought would be hilarious to make fun of. ray, no matter how tall and buff, was a pussy. so when that jumpscare hit and instead of laughing like g and mikey, his body jerked, he spilled his whole drink on his pants, muttering a string of “fuck”s that caught g’s attention over the loud volume of the tv.

“oh, toro, don’t tell me you fucked up my couch!” gerard whined, again, getting up from his seat, flailing his arms.

“dude, i’m sorry, i wasn’t expecting to jump..” ray trailed off, rising to his feet to look down at his pants. mikey tugged ray’s arm to the door, “come on, i have some clothes you can wear.”

gerard, noticing that you looked… off, offered you a water bottle from the cooler. you chugged the bottle, cherishing the moisture that your dry throat needed and looked at your friend whose gaze bathed you in such pity that you wanted to curl up into a ball and die.

“it’s that bad, huh?”

you dropped your head in his lap, groaning and getting back up to lay across the couch, “g, i don’t know what to do with myself.”

“you were normal a few days ago, why can’t you just... be normal again?” he questioned, humor coating his voice.

“you’re saying that? miss i-wanna-fuck-frank-so-bad-i’ll-sit-through-him-fucking-the-whole-town-before-me?” you snapped, in no mood to joke around.

“touche. i’ll just go fuck myself, i guess.” he got up to walk back to his seat, genuinely sounding hurt.

“i was kidding, g. please tell me what to do. please?” you begged, hoping he would notice the sincerity of your words.

gerard pretended to think about his options for a moment before sitting back down, “fine, only because you asked nicely.” you sat up, ready to hear genuine advice.

“you need to tell him.”

“you have ten seconds to get the fuck away from me before i kil-”

“think about it!” he prefaced, “the longer you let your crush on ray stew, the more painful it’s going to be. just tell him and get it over with!”

not that gerard didn’t have a point, but it’s that you wanted a simpler, less confrontational way of solving this problem.

“what if it makes things awkward?” you whined, sulking your shoulders.

“you know ray doesn’t care about any of that right? he’s like the calmest person on the planet, and he cares about you.” gerard informed, walking back to his seat at the sound of crescendoing footsteps.

ray entered the basement before mikey, a new pair of pants that looked strange at first.

he was in grey sweats, mikey’s clearly, they hugged his legs and rode up at his ankles but he didn’t seem to mind. the moment he walked under the light, your eyes immediately threw their focus on gerard who was also looking back at you, noticing the obvious elephant in the room.

jesus fuck, was he hung. it was hard not to stare at the obvious dickprint against the cotton fabric of his sweats. gerard let out a “look at that” whistle, knowing exactly what was going through your mind.

“these are kind of tight, huh?” ray addressed, to nobody in particular, stretching his legs and adjusting the fabric around waist. a jolt of energy traveled between your legs as you watched him adjust himself in those pants.

gerard, tired of your pussyfooting, talked to you directly, “you wanna go home already?”

huh?

you looked up at him, confused, trying to figure out what was cooking in his head, “what? when did-”

“aww, shucks. i wish you could stay longer. well, i guess ray will have to drive you home since you’ve had a beer already!” he was bad at being subtle, to say the least.

what. the. fuck.

your eyes widened. you wanted to punch that fucker’s face in so bad. you weren’t ready. especially after what you saw.

“yeah, totally, um. are you okay with that?” ray asked you, his lips looking pinker than ever. almost like he was begging you.

no. no. no. nope. you were not-

“sure!” your mouth had a mind of its own.

-you were going with him.

gerard smiled sickly sweetly at you before turning off the tv and walking towards the door, a sign for everyone else to get the fuck out. you flipped him off before turning to ray and walking ahead of him so that you did not see. that.

you couldn’t get the image out of your head. sweet, guitar-nerd ray, had a huge-

“good job performing today.” ray muttered, looking down at you, breaking your horny train of thought.

“oh! uh, thanks. and you were uh-” fuck, quick think of a word, “breathtaking.”

great going, idiot. if he didn’t already know before, he definitely knows now.

“that is the first time anyone has ever used that word for me,” he chuckled, “but thanks…” his voice that was usually husky and light, now levering lower than usual.

at that moment, you wished for any god out there to take you. the embarrassment was too much.

crickets chirped in the starless night as the two of you walked through the stone-laid path between grass. your tank top was purely decorative at that point, doing barely any work to protect you from the cold. ray, a gentleman, noticed you shiver, and of-fucking-course offered you his jacket.

“won’t you be cold?” you asked through chattering teeth, hugging yourself.

“nah, im wearing a thick shirt underneath. you might as well be naked right now,” he commented, eyeing your tank top.

a furious blush rose to your cheeks at his comment. something about the way he said it, made your breath hitch, as if it implied that he had consciously thought about you naked.

ray stopped to give you his zip-up hoodie as he tore it off his torso, the hem of his tight black shirt riding up to reveal the tuft of hair trailing down his underwear. you gulped involuntarily as you watched him adjust his shirt underneath and place the jacket around your shoulders. you never realized just how tall he was before he towered over you; your eyeline was at his chest.

fuck, this wasn’t helping the butterflies in your stomach.

you thanked him, trying not to look into his eyes too much before walking to his car. ray took a beat before starting toward his car again, almost as if he was waiting for something.

his car was new— well, as new as a second-hand car could be—painted in jet black with the plate reading “jet-star” some reference to his favorite comic book series. you chuckled under your breath before climbing in, trying to warm up fast so that you wouldn’t need his stupid jacket anymore, with his stupid scent of soap, cologne, and sweat, and the stupid warmth that you definitely wanted to steal from him.

you tapped your feet nervously against the floor of the car, as if that would get you closer to your apartment somehow.

ray walked over to the driver’s seat, mirroring you and strapping on his seatbelt. he was huge. no, not just like that, but physically. larger than you in every aspect. as his fingers reached for his keys, you noticed his pants shift, igniting every dirty thought in your mind.

fuck. fuckity fuck.

“you comfy?” he asked, looking behind the car. you nodded, noticing that he placed his hand on the back of your headrest and started to back up.

you didn’t know whether it was him leaning so close to you, or the hand he threw over your seat, but your stomach would be a gold medalist gymnast for the sheer amount of times it flipped. you noticed the freckles he had, somehow more prominent under the dim orange light of his car, forming miniature constellations on his face. you were well aware that you were staring but you didn’t care anymore.

it was better you told him. you had been this way for two days already, and your condition was only getting worse. it was like ray had cast a love spell on you, and you couldn’t get rid of it no matter what you tried distracting yourself with.

ray’s eyes flickered to your face, previously brown now hazel under the light. you had never felt safer in your entire life as you did then.

he broke into a smile, “what? is there something on my face?” he asked, his left hand flying to his cheek gauging for something to pluck out.

you shook your head, edge of your lips curving up in fondness, “you know, you’re really pretty.”

instantly, he furrowed his eyebrows, clearly taken aback, “huh-what? where is this coming from? did you drink too much? you know you’ve been acting weird all day, what’s with yo-”

it was time, “g told me, you know.”

he tilted his head, like he was trying to recall what you were talking about, “about wha-”

your heart was in your throat, every beat vibrating your torso. it was then or never.

“the fucking sex dream, toro.” you deadpanned, sitting up and facing him.

“oh. that…” he trailed off, taking his hand off your headrest and resting them on his thighs. “listen, i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, which is why i didn’t tell you. i didn’t want to weird you out.” he explained, avoiding eye-contact.

your gaze was fixated on his face, listening to every single word carefully.

“is it true?” you asked, turning toward him and unbuckling your seat belt since the car was no longer moving. confusion washed over his face as he unknowingly fidgeted his fingers.

“do you feel that way about me?” your heart pounded so hard, you wouldn’t be surprised if ray could hear it too. ray looked ahead, his eyes glued to the road ahead. the faint noise of static from the radio dwindled in the air, alleviating your anxiety just a bit.

“do you?” he whispered, like he just gave away a secret.

you stumbled over your words, not expecting to be interrogated in his place, “i asked first,”

“and i’m asking you now. do you feel… that way about me?” a mixture of hesitance and expectation brewed in his tone.

your palms turned white hot, eyes widening at the accusation. you knew that the more time you took to answer him, the more obvious your feelings would be. on one hand, you wanted to tell the truth. on the other hand, you feared the worst of what could happen.

what if he didn’t feel the same way? what if this was just a ploy to get you to confess and then leave you high and dry. what if-

time moved slowly. ray let go of the steering wheel, placing his hand on your cheek, warmth spreading over your face. his fingers caressed your cheekbone, eyes looking into yours and dipping down to your lips, “tell me you don’t feel that way about me… and i’ll pull away and we will go back to being…” he looked up at your eyes, “just friends.”

the hands that were once on your thighs, gripping them out of nervousness, now tangled in his curly locks, guiding his lips to yours.

you could feel your organs jump from excitement, fingers roaming and threading his hair as he kissed you. his soft, plump lips guided yours skillfully, making you moan into his mouth. ray smiled against you and gently pulled back.

he leaned his forehead against yours. you breathed out slowly “you have no idea how long i have wanted to do this for.”

“me too. i can’t believe i’m kissing y-”

“less talking, more making out, toro.” you interrupted, pulling him in, by the collar of his tight shirt, making him gasp in surprise before pressing his mouth to yours again. his hands trailed from your face to your waist, covering half your torso.

he handled your waist like he was scared to break you, fingertips ghosting over your skin, itching to sneak underneath the fabric of your shirt and feel you. an accidental contact of his arms and your thighs made you arch into him, arms automatically hooking behind his neck.

you moaned without a care in the world, leaning back into your seat and pulling him on top of you, ready to be ravaged.

“ray …” you whimpered through the kisses, “please just-”

“not yet, i need to savor this-” his lips latched to your neck, “need to taste you.”

you bucked your hips in desperation, your arousal getting unbearable. you never knew ray was this experienced. he did mention being in relationships here and there, but he was never like frank or mikey, open to anyone.

he nibbled gently on your ear as you pawed at his broad, firm chest, “toro, you didn’t tell me you- fuck- worked out.”

“there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he said through heavy breaths, trailing kisses down your neck to your collarbones. he looked up at you, fingers grabbing the hem of your tank top. you nodded, giving him permission to take it off you.

as you were about to lift your back up to get rid of the flimsy black fabric, ray’s hand snuck under your shirt, supporting and lifting your back as his other hand swiped the tank top off you in one go. his fingers almost spanned your entire back, placing you back down as you lay there shirtless.

the leather seats were uncomfortably cold, making you shiver in response. the everloving, observant man on top of you let you go and moved back into the driver’s seat, pulling the lever under his seat, reclining as low as the seats could go, “get on top.”

the sheer gray fabric of his pants now stretched as his legs spread apart, leaving virtually nothing to the imagination. your lips parted in surprise, your gut twisting deliciously. you grabbed his thigh for support as you climbed into his lap, thighs straddling his waist.

in a moment of deja-vu, you giggled softly, looking away from the man beneath you.

“what? what’s so funny?” ray asked, amused, shifting closer to your hips.

“this is exactly how it went it my dream.” you confessed, shifting your gaze to him, receiving a cocked eyebrow.

“you dreamt about fucking me in a car?” he asked, barely censoring himself like he usually would.

that earned him a playful smack on his torso, his calloused fingers drawing circles on the small of your back. you arched into his touch, trying to explain your dream. ray, however, barely focused on what you said, was distracted by your chest. hardened nipples adorned with piercings met his eyeline, and he wasted no time to kiss one of your pecs and lick them, making your voice go an octave higher.

“ray, fuck, please…” you begged for nothing, grinding down on his hips, feeling him move against your crotch.

“tell me more about your dream, was i any good?” he gave you a toothy smirk, cock stirring in his pants.

“you were so good, oh my god, you went do-” you croaked as he surprised you by pushing your hips down on his clothed dick, “you made me cum on your tongue so many times,” you answered, your digits creeping under his tight shirt, feeling his happy trail against your fingertips. you heard ray gasp softly and throw his head back at your sudden touch.

taking a mental note, you played with the band of his — mikey’s— sweatpants, leaning down to his ear to whisper, “can i? please?”

he groaned, roaming his hand up your back and down to the flesh of your ass, “yes. please, now.”

his voice exuded desperation, bottom lip jutted out in anticipation.

you climbed out of his lap and onto the floor of the car, knees resting against the floor mats. you placed careful kisses on his stomach, ambling them down his v-line. licking your lips, you hooked your fingers under his waistband, slowly pulling them off him. the pace at which the fabric dragged across his shaft made him buck his hips into nothing.

his cock jumped at the first contact with your fingers. you wrapped them around his impressive length, obviously not able to make a fist around his girth.

you weren’t a complete stranger to oral sex, but the sheer size of ray’s dick made you a bit nervous. you didn’t realize how you were already salivating at the sight of his hard, throbbing dick, palms feeling up his inner thighs and trailing up his hips, lips inching closer to his tip.

“you ready?” you asked, one final check before you crossed the friendship line forever.

“yes, definitely yes, but are you? i wanna make sure that yo-”

you cut him off with your tongue circling the tip of his cock, the saliva accumulating slowly dribbling down to his cock. ray threw his head back, cursing under his breath at the sensation of your warm tongue around his dick. he looked down at you through his bottom lashes, licking a stripe up the underside before taking him in your mouth, a visual he had been aching for.

the warmth of your mouth made him fist your hair as you moaned at the feeling of your hair being pulled, sending vibrations up his cock.

hollowing out your mouth, you sunk your mouth down on him, one hand resting on his thigh, massaging it slowly.

tears prickling, you let your drool lubricate him and drip further down before pulling him out with a pop. your drool mixed with his precum connected the edge of your bottom lip to his tip.

“you keep going like that, and i’ll be useless to you,” he gasped out, breathing heavily like he did not expect you to treat him so well.

the corner of your mouth twitched up before coiling the string of saliva around your thumb and smearing it against the slit of his tip, etching an embarrassingly loud moan from him.

“what the actual fuck…” he was enamored by you.

“how many times have you thought about me like this, toro? gagging over your cock on my knees?” you kissed his thighs, fist pumping him slowly. he felt better in your mouth than anybody else had. like his dick was made for you.

“too many fucking times to remember if i’m being honest…” he answered you immediately, twitching at your mercy.

before you could ask him another question that would make him blush furiously, turning his cheeks pink, he continued, “ever since i saw you in that choker g gifted you on your birthday... i haven’t been able to stop thinking about how easy it would be to break that fucking thing with me deep in your throat.” he mewled, the inside of his eyebrows twisting up in pleasure.

one your hands flew to ray’s leg for support, your hips involuntarily bucking against his ankle at his comment.

“fuck, why didn’t you tell me sooner, toro?” you asked, finally seeking friction against his leg, “you’re a pussy…” you wanted to provoke him.

“you are what you eat,” he countered, tossing the ball in your court.

this is what attracted you to ray in the first place. his ability to go along with whatever you said because he knew you would never say anything in bad faith. he liked you. he wanted you.

your cheeks grew hotter with every second, relishing the fact that you were exactly where you have wanted to be for a while.

he saw you blush furiously at his confession before you twisted your grip and pumped him faster, gathering spit at the tip of your tongue. ray’s fingers grabbed a fistful of your hair before lowering you onto his cock.

you spat on the tip, earning a guttural groan from him. you wasted no time to wrap your lips around him once again, closing your eyes and letting him reach deeper down your throat with every stroke.

“you feel- so fucking- oh my god-” he spewed out nonsense as you went further every time you came back up for air. ray’s thighs twitched, knees leaning toward each other, trapping you between his legs.

his grip on your hair tightened, pulling at and scratching your scalp more than before. now that you were between his legs, his cock bottomed out in your mouth, you felt your throat contract around his tip, his thighs pressing your mouth further on his dick.

ray swore that he would have simply cum from the sounds you made choking and crying over his dick. your eyeliner had bled down from your waterline to your chin, the tears and drool painting your face pathetic.

your jaw hurt from cockwarming the man above you, but he clearly seemed to enjoy the show you put on. gasping and smiling down at you like he does at his shows when he shreds on his guitar. the adrenaline all too familiar to him, yet enthralling as ever.

“you make me crazy… fuck i’m so close,” he announced, biting his bottom lip.

your left hand, with a mind of its own, walked up his thighs to cup his balls. his cock jerked in your mouth before you took him in fully, your nose pressed up against his happy trail.

“fuck, i’m coming, oh fuck oh fuck-” he wailed, pressing you further down on him before spilling his cum down your throat, twitching with each wave of orgasm taking over his body. you pulled your mouth off his dick, rubbing against his ankle, chasing the high you had built up so far.

with each swallow you rocked against his leg faster, falling apart quickly. as you tripped over the edge of orgasm, ray bumped his leg up, meeting you halfway. white light engulfed you as you shut your eyes, riding your orgasm out for as long as possible.

“fuck, you came just from humping my leg?” ray asked, astonished. your head fell into his lap, drawing small circles on the side of his thighs before kissing up. rising from your knees, you climbed back into his lap, giving him enough room to put his sweatpants back on.

“was that good?” you asked, looking down at him, hands at his waist.

his hands stroked your cheeks, fingers nudging your chin toward him. the aftershocks of your orgasm made it hard for you to rise to the seat, your grip on his thighs tightening for support. he grabbed your hips, pulling you up easily.

heavy-lidded gazes entwining, the warmth of his arms around your torso pulled the corners of your lips up.

ray didn’t even have to answer you. he craned his neck to kiss you, tasting himself on your lips. you nibbled on his bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan from him.

“why didn’t we do this earlier?” you ask softly, pulling back and looking into his eyes.

“better late than never,” he sighed, slowly closing his eyes shut, “i’ve wanted you…”

your heartbeat quickened.

“...for so damn long.”

butterflies. those damn butterflies made your heart feel like it was budding something new. something exciting.

“well you can’t get rid of me now,” you smiled, admiring the freckles on his skin; sweat glistening on his neck. the bite marks you left bloomed in reddish-violet hues under the dim light of the car. fogged car windows giving you the illusion of privacy as you kissed the corner of his mouth before climbing off of him and back to your seat.

“you’re coming over right?” you asked, looking ahead. you were not going to fuck this up.

“thought you’d never ask,” he stated simply, turning the car on and stepping on the gas.

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Lyrium Idol + Dread Wolf + Solas Theory

Solas and The Dread Wolf are two separate entities. The Dread Wolf is a pride spirit / demon. The Red Lyrium Idol is a conduit to The Dread Wolf (which is why Solas wants it back).

I was working up a post discussing The Hunt of the Fell Wolf codex where (apparently) Inquisitor Ameridan hunts a spirit-demon-wolf. It caught my attention because - you know what "fell" means?

adjective - fierce; ferocious; dreadful; savage; destructive; deadly

Basically, Bioware put a Dread Wolf codex in front of our faces and just used a thesaurus so we wouldn't notice. You find this codex in the Frostback Basin (one of the dlc's to Inquisition).

The codex has no given author. For context, I'm assuming this story didn't actually happen, that it's just a tale in which Ameridan features, like Varric inserting Hawke into a story because it needs a hero. Ultimately, I don't think whether or not Ameridan actually fought The Dread Wolf is as important a question as what the codex says about The Dread Wolf. So, that's what I'll be discussing.

BUT... then a friend came over, we started discussing the codex, they had ideas, and I grabbed my copy of Tevinter Nights. And the two actually back each other up really well. So...

Theory Breakdown - Part I - The Nature of The Dread Wolf

*spoilers for Tevinter Nights (only for "May the Dread Wolf Take You")*

The Mortalitasi's Tale

In this tale, the Red Lyrium Idol is used to pull various mages into the Fade (the exact reason why isn't important for this discussion). Almost instantly as the mages are pulled into the Fade, the Dread Wolf appears:

It was a beast unlike any I had ever seen. Lupine in appearance, but the size of a high dragon, with shaggy spiked hide and six burning eyes like a pride demon, and it came to us on wings of fire that resolved themselves into a horde of lesser demons as the Dread Wolf landed before us.

This matches up with the description of the spirit-demon-wolf in the "Fell Wolf" codex.

Favored like a wolf it was, In size like a Woodsman's Death. Within its eyes burned eldritch fire, The Fade in every breath.

The wolf is also described as striking out "with one huge paw, the monstrous thing" and having "jaws like a dragon's."

This horde of lesser demons is also present in the "Fell Wolf" codex.

Whilst elsewhere did Haron valiantly With demon-wards contend.

So, here we have two different sources collaborating the same thing.

CONCLUSIONS: 1. The Dread Wolf is massive in size (like that of a dragon) 2. It is accompanied by a horde of lesser demons.

The Mortalitasi's Tale (cont.)

The Dread Wolf yells at the mages:

"YOU MEDDLE PAST YOUR UNDERSTANDING, FOOLISH MORTAL MAGES, AND IN DOING SO, YOU THREATEN ALL CREATION. YOU USE MY IDOL CARELESSLY TO VANDALIZE THE SEA OF DREAMS. NOW FEEL THE PAIN OF WHAT YOU HAVE CREATED. FROM THIS MOMENT, SHOULD YOU EVER BIND A SPIRIT, THEN YOUR LIFE IS MINE."

The fandom has largely accepted that this is Solas talking. But, at no point do we seen the Wolf as anything but a wolf. The Mortalitasi also comments on the hypocrisy of the Dread Wolf forbidding the binding of spirits when the lessor demons would have needed to have been bound in order to follow Solas' bidding. And this just doesn't make sense because we know Solas is against binding spirits.

BUT, does it not make sense that lessor demons might willingly choose to follow and fight alongside a greater, more powerful one? I thought there was something in Inquisition about the other spirits/demons following the bidding of the Nightmare, but I can't find the specific dialogue.

In any case, going with this theory because it means there is nothing contradictory about what we know to be true about Solas's morals regarding spirit binding.

As to what kind of demon, we need to go back up to the Mortalitasi's description of The Dread Wolf, which specifically states it has "six burning eyes like a pride demon." The fandom has been pointing out that the eyes on Dread Wolf imagery look a lot like a pride demons and that Solas's name means "Pride" for years. I don't think I need to elaborate further - except to point out that the "massive" size of the Wolf makes sense for a Pride demon, as they are also huge!

CONCLUSIONS: (cont.)

3. The Dread Wolf is it's own spirit/demon entity separate from Solas (most of the time - we'll get to that). 4. The Dread Wolf is a Pride demon.

(Part 2 below)

Theory Breakdown - Part 2 - The Nature of The Lyrium Idol

In the "Fell Wolf" codex, Ameridan follows the Wolf to it's lair, described as a "labyrinth" (which is not a word often used in DA and interestingly is what Solas calls the network of eluvians in Trespasser). In the lair, Ameridan finds what I can only conclude is the lyrium idol - which (somehow) can slay it:

An idol of fade-touched stone, Which could prove the monster's doom.

There is nothing else on the traits of the idol. But suddenly afterwards, Ameridan has a "burning blade" (like Meredith's) which is later referred to as a "demon-stone" as Ameridan slays the Wolf.

This seems to imply the Red Lyrium Idol and the Dread Wolf are connected, somehow. (1) The idol is found "in it's lair" which implies it has special significance. (2) when Ameridan strikes at the Wolf, the idol shatters - which might actually be what defeats the Wolf, not Ameridan's blow. (3) In the Mortalitasi's Tale, the moment the the Idol was used, the group was taken into the Wolf's presence. The ritual wasn't even complete!

We don't see Solas interact with the Dread Wolf in Tevinter Nights, but we do get a story of Solas interacting with the Idol when he finally retrieves it (told by Solas, himself).

The Bard's Tale

He whispered something as he picked it up, tracing his gloved fingers gently along the crowned figure who comforted the other, but I could not make out the words for they were elven.

A lot of people have interpreted this as Solas "lovingly stroking" the Idol... which is not exactly what the text says. But I agree with the sentiment that there is something tender or perhaps more accurately affectionate here.

The Bard's Tale

The Idol's Journey is now complete, and it has found its master.

What we can be certain about the idol is that it is a weapon and a tool and something more - and it means a lot to Solas.

CONCLUSIONS: (cont.)

5. The Red Lyrium Idol is a conduit to the Dread Wolf.

Theory Breakdown - Part 3 - Tying it all Together

We know each of the evanuris is associated with an animal, and there has been theorizing that each of them had a spirit-animal companion. I can only conclude that the Dread Wolf is such a spirit that Solas encountered and befriended and is connected to in some level that goes beyond what we currently understand, somehow bound without binding.

The "Fell Wolf" codex describes the Dread Wolf as both a pride demon and a wolf spirit:

Beast and spirit—both felled at once, Though neither hunter knew.

"Neither hunter" is referring to Haron and Ameridan. They were hired to slay a beast but encountered something otherworldly instead. This part is pointing out that the true nature of the "Dread Wolf" is complicated. While it is a Pride demon, it's also more than that. It is both "beast" and spirit, whatever the nature of a spirit-beast may be.

And I do think it being a Pride demon is important to not forget because it put the events of DA2 into greater context. If the Idol is a direct conduit to an extremely powerful pride-beast - it makes sense that the thing has great appeal to Bartrand and Meredith (the two must prideful people in close proximity) so much as to consume them.

Which just makes the context of Solas being connected to this thing somehow even more interesting. For instance, this line in the Pride Demon codex for DAO stood out to me:

Be wary of how prideful you become, lest you find too much in common with such a fiend.

In context, the line is warning mages and templars about being too confident in their abilities and falling when facing a pride demon. Taking it alone at face value, it seems to be saying, "don't befriend a pride demon." Solas connected with this creature, found "too much in common" with it, and befriended it.

I'm not really sure why the Red Lyrium Idol was created, if it was blighted to begin with, or when it was made. Theoretically, Solas should be able to just find the Wolf whenever he wants, but maybe there's something more convenient in having a fast-travel method. And maybe the Idol is involved in a ritual that bound the two together. Maybe that's how the evanuris ascend to godhood.

There's also the question of how the Veil has messed with things. Maybe the Idol is more important than ever if the Veil is somehow interfering with this connection between the two.

But I do think Solas wants and needs the Idol because the two can merge into one being. We've seen that possessed mages (abomination and non-abominations alike) have increased power. I'm almost certain Solas would have needed an insane amount of magical power to put up the Veil, and merging with the Wolf would have helped. He likely needs it again for what's to come.

Part 4 - Extra Stuff

This doesn't fit into the theory but I need to point it out:

The words "Woodsman's Death" in the Fell Wolf codex used to describe the Wolf is really interesting. Call me crazy but, I think this might be a reference to The Woodsman and The Beast in Over The Wall. (DA has used pop culture references before, so it's not that big of a stretch).

Also, there is another reference to an eclipse in the Fell Wolf codex - the Wolf directly appearing after the sun descends and the moon rises.

an eclipse as fen'harel stirred

[luckykiwiii101]

Hiiii kiwi! ✨

I'm a participant of your challenge and have been following it religiously. I'm currently in my sabbath state, my inner human is totally fulfilled. And I came here to say that I have my desires in my 4D and my 3D has shown me many synchronicities lately. I'll share them below and you tell me if these points count as success?!! 🥲

• the first thing;;;; one day, I was thinking about this conversation that I had with my boyfriend, a year ago and it was about me, calling a hospital "sexy" Because the exterior was so fine. Randomly, this specific memory played out in my mind and the next day, we went to that exact same hospital that I once called sexy, to meet a relative. Like, that was so sudden and as I thought of it, I got there.

• 2nd;;; I was with my uncle and we were out on his vehicle to buy something. On our way, there came a restrobar which also holds memories of something with my bf. I remember I once had an argument with him and I tried to call him in that restrobar but his network was out of reach, and I thought he blocked me but he was actually out of network. I still remember the panic that I had on that day 🥲🥲🥲. So as I crossed that area, the scene of panic played out in my mind again. And thennnn, the next day, my uncle took us to that exact restrobar to eat, like it was out of nowhere 😳 BUTTTTT THE INTERESTING THING IS I went there on the exact same day, a year apart. I went there on 31st may, 2023 and then, I went there again on 31st may, 2024, at the same time. I take it as a sign 😭🤌🤌

• 3rd one;;;; I'm actually revising my bf's d3ath / shift to a reality where no such accident ever happened to begin with and my sister knows about it. Recently, she showed a reel about an anime movie called "hello world" Which kinda shows about Multiverse (imo). And yk the coincidence is that my bf's insta name (not username) is "hello world" And an emoji, like- 😭🤌

Idk if all of these make sense or will be counted as success or not but I really take all of these as signs. I'm happy either way!

Alsooooo, about void, I have entered it recently a few times before your challenge but I wasn't aware until after. And I have not yet mastered being aware there but now, after your challenge, with EVERY attempt, I almost reach there. I'm so happy honestly!

Thanks for your blog and your challenge, very helpful ★

THESE MAKE SO MUCH SENSE!!!! They’re signs!!!

You’re welcome and well done for persisting 💗 You deserve to live the life of your dreams

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🦋!STARSTRUCK!🦋

Pairing : Max Verstappen x Cherrie!

Word count: 13k

Summary: in which she’s a supermodel and he’s starstruck.

Lando jolted In shock from where he was sat playing video games on the couch, his head snapping over to the front door that had loudly slammed shut behind his panicked , red faced friend ,who had just sprinted through the door as though he was being chased.

Almost knocking off a vase from the table next to the door as he hurried to catch it before it could shatter into a thousand little pieces, ragged breaths escaping him and filling the shocked silence between the two of them.

Both of the men looked at each-other with wide eyes for a very long moment , lando blinking over at him in disbelief as he slowly placed down his controller , heart racing in his chest from the sudden heart attack that his friend had just given him.

"Are you being chased by the police Max?" The question came out more calm than he intended , the shock still keeping him still on the couch as he gaped over at a sweaty max in disbelief.

Max awkwardly leaned back up to his full height after standing by the front door with his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath back. Letting out a loud exhale as he straightened back up and awkwardly cleared his throat. Realising that perhaps he might have overreacted a little..

He sheepishly scratched the back of his reddening neck , swallowing thickly . "She was down there . Getting mail." He weakly informed him of the reason why he looked so panicked.

At that, Lando relaxed and let out a loud pitiful sigh , shaking his head at him in exasperation . "For gods sake max! And where the hell is your Mail that you went down to get in the first place?" He asked him in amusement as he looked down at his hands holding absolutely nothing but nervous sweat.

The redbull driver merely shrugged weakly , a stark contrast to his usual confident and self assured behaviour. Lando thought it was more than amusing how one woman had managed to turn his arrogant friend into a flustered mess without even doing a single thing. It was just a amazing scene for him to witness and yet another embarrassing moment for max to be relentlessly teased about for the rest of his life.

"I-I forgot. She was just there when I went to get mine and then she-" max blinked rapidly , heart still racing in his chest like he had done several laps around a racetrack with no helmet on.

"-she looked at me." He said in amazement , beyond starstruck.

Lando tried not to laugh , he really did. But this was just too good.

He smirked instead "she looked at you? That's it? And you what- she looked at you and you ran away?" He said it in such a way that max knew he was being made fun of.

He immediately scowled over at his friend "you don't understand Lando! She's just- she's a fucking siren or something! She's like that motley crue song! She's got the looks that kill mate!" He exclaimed frustratedly as he finally pushed away from the door and stomped into the kitchen to get a drink to try and calm his shaking body back down.

It was ridiculous the way that she made him feel, the two of them had barely even spoken before either . Well, he has tried to speak to her on multiple occasions, but it just never turned out right. Which was why his list of humiliating moments in front of who he was certain was the love of his life, was growing rapidly. And the worst thing being the fact that he couldn't even hide away and never see her again. Because she was his neighbour.

The love of his life. His ultimate woman crush. The exact same woman that he had spent years dreaming about each time he passed a billboard with her face on it.. buying each magazine or poster that she was on like he was collecting rare artifscts. Constantly in awe at how beautiful one woman could be.

Because Cherrie was the IT girl . A supermodel that looked as though she had came straight from the 90's when the models were actually talented and naturally beautiful. No Botox or fillers. No big family name to rocket her to the top. She did that all on her own , something that made max like her even more.

She was the queen of the runway. The highest paid , hottest supermodel in the world right now and max was totally gone for her. He had been since he had seen a billboard of her right outside of his apartment window , a ad for Victoria secret featuring Cherrie in tiny underwear . Lace, lace and even more lace.

Max had almost passed out right there on the spot when he first saw it. Enjoying his morning coffee on his balcony as he gazed at the billboard in utter awe of her, it was a beautiful way to wake up each morning if he said so himself.

So you could only imagine his shock and honestly horror, when he had opened up his front door one day during the summer to leave for the day and found the exact same supermodel that he had been dreaming about stood in their shared hallway with boxes upon boxes of her expensive stuff surrounding her.

And to his luck , it turned out that she was his new neighbour. He had only been able to stutter out a shocked 'hello.' To her before bolting it out of there like his ass was on fire. Unable to believe that this was actually happening to him.

It was like all of his confidence was shattered into tiny pieces whenever it came to Cherrie. All she had to do was simply smile at him and max had to constantly tell himself not to pass the fuck out when she did so. He could barely ever get a word out . Only small, shy 'hellos' before making up some muttered excuse about being late so that she didn't try to talk to him.

Max was well aware that this was not normal for him. He never behaved like this. He didn't lose his cool around women. His was unmovable and nothing could faze him. He usually didn’t give a single fuck about anything or anyone at all.

Except for Cherrie apparently. He felt like a nervous teenager with his first ever crush around her. I mean, it also didn't help the fact that she wasn't exactly the ... most sweetest person either. From what he had seen so far at least.

She was well known to be a ruthless woman when it came to men. A long list of scorned ex lovers that she threw away like broken toys when she got bored with them. She hasn't worked her way up to the top by being shy and sweet after all. She was a force to be reckoned with.

And it was sexy. He could admit that he found her bitchiness and her 'I'm better than you all' attitude hot. He could admit to himself that he had gotten ridiculously turned on one time when he had overheard her on the phone bossing somebody about and shouting at someone that had screwed something up in her apartment.

Because apparently max liked woman that could

Make a grown man cry. Who would have thought. But as hot as it was, as she was like that. He did not want to be on the receiving end of her mean little comments and judgy remarks.

There was only so much bitchiness that he could take before he just dropped to one knee and asked her to marry him right there and then.

It was like that shirt he had seen with the slogan 'don't be mean to me, I'll fall in love with you.' That described his predicament perfectly.

And it also didn't help that her five year old daughter , Star, was also as mean as her mother was. Many a time had max encountered the child in the hallway playing with her barbie dolls right outside his door, as though she was waiting for him to fall right into her trap.

She was the sassiest and most judgmental five year old he had ever met in his life. The first time he had seen her she had looked him up and down and her adorable little face had scrunched up in disgust as she bluntly told him that he 'looked so Boring.'

And his favourite one : 'why do you dress like this when you're a rich man? Being White isn't a excuse to dress like trash max.' That had humbled him horrifyingly.

He had been too stunned to even reply. And also his ego too bruised to admit to anyone that he had thrown that outfit that he had been wearing straight into the trash can when he arrived back home later than night. Unable to believe that a five year old had him reconsidering his whole wardrobe so easily.

Was he really so easily influenced? Or was he just a fool in love?

Lando sighed loudly and asked him curiously "well.. how far have you gotten with Cherrie so far? Have you at least managed to get her number yet? A date?" He looked expectantly at him.

Max just shook his head with a frown, looking at him like he was insane . "No. I do say hello to her when we bump into each other though ." He told him proudly as though that was something to celebrate.

Clearly Lando didn't agree with him. Instead the driver looked back at him in shock , eyes blowing wide in disbelief .

"Dude!" He gasped loudly in exasperation "you've been going on and on about her for so fucking long now and all you've managed to do is say hello? Not even a 'how are you?'!" He exclaimed , unimpressed.

Max groaned in embarrassment as he threw himself down onto the loveseat in misery. Throwing his hands up in front of him in annoyance.

"You don't get it! She's scary Lando! I once watched her kick a guy out of her apartment because he said he didn't like her little yappy dog. He was crying lando! Crying!" He empathised loudly , looking at him with wide eyes. Recalling that awful day with a wince .

"She was so mean to him! I felt so sorry for him that I had to go out there into the hallway and pick his crying ass up off the floor and call him a Uber ! She broke him! She's ruthless I'm telling you!" His face serious . Partly impressed but mostly scared of her.

He did not want to be in that poor mans position  , ever. He had a horrible feeling that one insult from her would have him crumbling like a soft mint! She had the most creative and ruthless insults that he had ever heard. He could see exactly where her daughter got it from. The both of them were little bullies! It was insane.

She carried herself with such arrogance and confidence. Always immaculate and dressed in the most beautiful clothes . Hair always shiny and hanging beautifully down her back. Her yappy little Pomeranian dog in one arm with a little bow always in its hair. Freshly manicured nails clutching at a tiny designer bag in the other arm. And she strutted around in these six inch heels all day like a absolute boss bitch. Facial expressions never moving , constantly looking like a walking photoshoot.

She was perfect . It was intimidating.

Max had never met a woman like her before. And it scared the living shit out of him. I mean, how do you even talk to a woman like that? She was richer than he was, so he couldn't impress her with fancy gifts. She already had a new car for each day of the week.

He couldn't woo her off her feet with his own looks either.. he had seen the guys that she usually hung about with. They looked nothing like he did! They were usually always over six feet tall, always packing a ridiculous amount of muscle and what looked to be edited abs. With luscious hair and perfect features...how the hell was he supposed to stand a single chance against the Ken lookalikes she brought home?

Perhaps he could make her laugh with his jokes.. if he could just find a way to be able to actually speak to her without turning into a stammering mess. Maybe they could work.

Didn't they say that women loved a funny guy? The more time she spent laughing was the more time she would spend with her eyes closed!

God. He had never felt more stressed in his entire life. Knowing that he had his chance only a few feet away from his door. His dream girl was so close... yet so far away. What the hell was he going to do? He couldn't let a opportunity  like this pass him by. Cherrie was the kind of woman that only came around once in a lifetime . She was one in infinity.

He needed to somehow get over his sudden flood of shyness and find some confidence in him to actually make a move on her. Or at last try to.

I mean, this whole running away from her and feeling like he was going to have a panic attack each time she smiled at him was getting a little pathetic now. Even to his standards.

Lando looked at him with a wary frown, chewing on the inside of his cheek thoughtfully.  "Surely she can't be that bad max." He stated unsurely. Having also been a fan of Cherrie too. But no where as big of a fan as max was.

Max just scoffed and shot him a look "I swear - the other day I was leaving and we bumped into eachother in the hallway and-" he inhaled deeply with a grimace "she looked at me up and down and sighed! Didn't even say a thing! Just left! I'm telling you-she looked disgusted!" He whined . Practically pouting in his seat.

Lando hummed in confusion "well.. what were you wearing?" He asked him simply .

Max looked at him with a frown "what I always wear! What has that got to do with anything?!"

Lando let out a loud laugh and snorted at him in amusement . "Well it's no wonder she looked so disgusted then! Have you forgotten who she is max? She's a supermodel. Her whole life is practically fashion . And All you wear is redbull polos and shorts!" He reminded him with a grin.

He blinked back at his friend silently for a moment before saying quietly "so.. I need to dress better to get her to like me? Is that what you're suggesting?" He sounded as offended as he looked. He loved his redbull shirts and cap. He was Hardly was ever seen without them. They were a part of him now.

Lando just shrugged at him, laughing a little. "Well.. it wouldn't hurt to try would it? She clearly likes luxury. Even the jewellery she wears cost more than this entire apartment. Maybe try a linen shirt? That seems to work well for pierre and Charles. That quite luxury vibe." He suggested to him.

Max just rolled his eyes in annoyance "you're forgetting that I'm not Charles or Pierre! If I turned up one day in linen trousers and a linen shirt.. people would think I was having some type of midlife crisis!" He exclaimed , crossing his arms over his chest with a huff .

He then continued to Moan on "and it isn't even just Cherrie that I need to impress! Her daughter-" he inhaled sharply at the thought of the little menace "is just as ruthless as she is! The kid probably eats Ken doll heads for breakfast! She always makes this little evil giggle when she sees me! I mean it Lando!" He insisted to his now hysterically laughing friend. "I'm not even kidding! She may look like an Angel but she's not! She so mean!"

Lando giggled loudly , tears leaking from his eyes from his laughter . Unable to believe what he was hearing . His usually tough and arrogant friend reduced to a fearful, stammering mess over a supermodel and her five year old daughter. This was just too good!

"She's a kid! She's just playing around! Just buy her a ice cream or something and she'll love you forever ." He told him in amusement , trying and failing to stop laughing at his grumpy , pouting friend.

Before max could resort back to him they both froze up when they heard a commotion coming from the hallway outside his apartment . Both drivers locking eyes as they widened at the sound of a familiar voice reaching their ears.

"Okay this is what we're going to do.." Lando whispered to him excitedly as he stood up from the couch, ignoring max whisper shouting at him to sit his ass back down.

He just pulled a panicking max up alongside him and continued to whisper confidently "we're going to go out there. Say hello and make friends with her. Just follow my lead. Be as cool and casual as I'm going to be okay? I've got this. Trust me."  He arrogantly told him, smirking smugly to himself as he walked over to the door.

Pulling it open confidently  as he shot a nervous max a sly wink over his shoulder before turning back around and coming face to face with said supermodel in question.

Max offered her a shy smile when she looked over to them in slight surprise , her fluffy dog held in one arm like a baby, while her five year old daughter sat on the hallway floor with her barbies again.

Max waited for Lando to show him how to be 'cool and casual' seeing as he claimed himself as such a expert.

Only after a few seconds of awkward silence from the mclaren driver, he cautiously looked over at his friend only to see Lando stood frozen in his spot, gaping up at Cherrie with wide , starstruck eyes.

Max would only watch in pure disbelief as Lando started to fangirl right in front of him, beaming at Cherrie excitedly. Mr Cool and casual no where to be seen.

Typical! Typical Lando! He scoffed to himself in disbelief .

"Oh my god! It is you! Wow! You're even more stunning up close!" Lando gasped out giddily , his own cheeks going red when she let out a light, confused but pretty laugh.

Eyes looking between both Lando and max in slight amusement, her eyes staying on Max's for a little longer as she lifted a curious eyebrow at him. Meanwhile max tried not to die from pure second embarrassment , right there and then.

Kill him. Just…dig him a whole right now. Fucks sake!

"I thought max was lying when he told me that you were his new neighbour! I mean I thought he was just being delusional after staring at that billboard every morning-" Lando started telling her with a grin, looking up a the supermodel in front of him in awe.

Max quickly let out a loud abrupt laugh and elbowed Lando harshly in his side to get him to stop talking . Awkwardly smiling at a amused Cherrie , feeling his cheeks flush red.

"He's-he's joking! I haven't stared at anything! Not weirdly! I mean-there is a billboard obviously but I don't look at it weirdly -" his voice went higher in pitch as he panicked. Unable to even look her in her eyes, instead he settled on glaring daggers at Lando for getting him into this mess.

Cherrie just giggled, stroking her Pomeranians soft fur gently with her  newly manicured nails as she looked at the two nervous drivers in front of her in amusement.

Cute. She thought to herself with a smile.

"You don't like the billboard? Am I not pretty enough of a view for you?" She teased him, smirking to herself as she watched him panic like a fish out of water.

"No! I mean- yes! Yes!  You're very pretty-" max stammered out at the same time Lando sighed out a amazed "you're the hottest woman in the world." Not at all fazed by the disbelieving look that max was sending him.

He felt like he was living out a nightmare. But not only did he had to worry about embarrassing himself, he had Lando working double shifts on the train of his humiliation too. How lovely. What a supportive friend he was!

Feeling sorry for him and a little concerned by the colour of red that max was turning , Cherrie sent him a small smile , giggling fondly.

"I'm just kidding max! I know I'm beautiful . I don't need assuring. It must be a gift to wake up and see my face when you look out your window every morning ." She sighed out confidently , smiling to herself as her dog, ditsy, snored in her arms . Cooing down at her baby affectionately.

Meanwhile max was just looking at the arrogant supermodel in front of him silently , utterly speechless. Falling even more in love with her by the second. How the hell was he supposed to respond to that self assured statement?

Then he suddenly froze up as he realised that Cherrie had said his name. His name. In her pretty mouth...his throat ran dry .

Shocked eyes looking at her in amazement "you know my name?" He breathed out , more than surprised . Having thought that she had no clue to who he even was.

Cherrie looked back up at him for a moment , laughing a little to herself at the shocked look on his face.

"Yes , I've heard it many times before max. Star loves watching the races. Don't you baby?" She directed their attention down to her daughter who had been quietly watching them so far .

Max could only slowly meet the five year olds eyes nervously, the kid already looking up at him with a mischievous smirk on her cute little face as she looked him up and down judgmentally . Just like her mother had.

He exhaled shakily, bracing himself for whatever she threw his way this time.

"I do." She confirmed smoothly before her smirk widened "I love watching Lewis win." She bluntly told them. Eyes never leaving Max's. Like the little devil that she was.

Lando burst into giggles again at that, while max just

looked as the smug little five year old in disbelief.

Shaking his head silently to himself, feeling his pride getting bruised by a child. Again. Unbelievable. Of course she'd be a Mercedes fan. Of bloody course.!

"Well. That's too bad. I won the championship not him , so.." he couldn't stop himself from muttering smugly back to the child . Crossing his arms over his chest defensively .

Thankful then that Cherrie was too busy taking selfie's with a fangirling Lando to notice him arguing with her five year old daughter pettily .

"Oh my god! We should do a Tiktok together! The fans would love it!" Lando gasped out excitedly as he held his phone up in front of them. Cherrie giggling alongside him as she happily agreed , making him stop recording for a moment so that she could fix his hair and her own from them. Lando just beaming up at her the whole time as she fixed his hair carefully , sighing blissfully to himself . Understanding now why she had max in such a state.

Star huffed and kicked her foot out to hit his ankle to get his attention again , max inhaling sharply as he moved his now throbbing foot away from her little Chanel boots. The five year old glaring up at him .

"Not fairly. Lewis is my champion." She defiantly stuck her little button nose up at him. Max hating the fact that she looked so cute while doing so.

With her big ,bug eyes, freckles and pig tails. Wearing a sparkly dress fit for a princess. How the hell was he supposed to not smile?

For the sake of his own ego and pride, he tugged his lips down and rolled his eyes at her in slight Annoyance. Peeved by the fact that she didn't like him, despite him not even doing anything wrong.

If he wanted Cherrie to like him back, he needed to somehow get her sassy, stubborn daughter to like him too. There was no way that Cherrie would ever go out with him if Star hated his guts.

"I still won. A win is a win. Get over it." He muttered pettily down to the child.

Pouting to himself as he side eyed Lando in disbelief as he watched his friend make tiktoks with Cherrie like they were the best of friends. Wondering how he did it. How he was so confident while staring into the face of a goddess.

Star huffed back up-at him judgmentally "I'll get over it when you get over dressing like a nerd." She shot back at him without missing a beat.

Max gaped down at her in shock. Offended . "I do not dress like a -"

She giggled slyly "yes you do! Boring! Boring! Boring!" She sang at him smugly . Slapping at his dirty canvas shoes to prove her point.

He huffed "well. What do you want me to wear? A suit? Just to go grocery shopping?" He shot back at her. Pride well and truly gone by now.

Star just smirked up at him as she jumped up to her feet suddenly, making him flinch back. Warily eyeing them she-devil child as she stood in front of him. Barely reaching his waist.

"I know your secret." She whispered to him devilishly . Bug eyes twinkling at him.

Max paled dramatically . Eyeing her hesitantly as his heart pounded in his chest. Unable to believe that he was getting so intimidated by a literal child.

"I don't have a secret." He denied nervously .

Glancing anxiously over to Lando and Cherrie again , huffing miserably to himself when he noticed them still taking even more selfies together like they were the best of friends , while he was stuck getting threatened by her five year old daughter .

Just typical. Really nice.

Star giggled "yes you do. All boys do." She told him smugly . Casually handing him one of her barbie dolls to take as she spoke.

He carefully took the doll from her small hand, looking down at it warily. Wondering what the little menace was playing at.

"Well, all girls do too . So..." he shrugged back at her. Awkwardly standing there with the barbie in his hand , not knowing what to do with it.

He then let out a startled , horror filled gasp when she suddenly lurched forward and hugged him. His eyes going wide in shock as he looked down at star who was squeezing him tightly .

About to shrug her off him in fear of her somehow killing him with her barbie doll when he noticed Cherrie looking over at him with a awed smile.

Her whole face softening fondly as she watched her daughter hug max tightly.

"Awww she likes you! That's so sweet!" She cooed at them. Nudging at Lando to take a picture of them. The driver doing so with a amused look on his face, the only one noticing how scared max looked.

Max let out a nervous chuckle as he gently hugged the little devil back. Cautiously patting her back with his hand as she refused to let go. Grinning up at him toothily. One of her front teeth missing. Looking as cute as could possibly be.

"Err-yeah- she's very-" scary, mean, sassy, judgmental.. "-sweet. You have a lovely daughter Cherrie." He settled on saying instead. Smiling over at her in hopes that she didn't see the fear in his eyes when Star giggled mischievously against him.

The five year old beamed over at her mother happily , a plan already forming in her little head.

She had seen the way that max could hardly even speak a word to her mother. She wasn't stupid. She knew that boys loved Cherrie. Something that she proudly liked to brag about at school, that her mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. She knew the signs by now. And max fit them all.

But her mommy always had boyfriends and she had hated them all. They never lasted beyond meeting her. Never past her tests. But max .. Star actually did like max. Despite the mean front she was putting up.

She was a Lewis fan. Yes. But she was also a max fan too. Not that she would ever admit it. She was a cool kid who refused to embarrass herself by fangirling like Lando was. And honestly , she wanted to go to the races . But her mother's busy schedule  would never allow them to.

But if her mommy fell in love with a f1 driver? That would mean permanent access to watch the races from the best seats there was!

She just needed to see how serious max was about liking her mommy. If he could pass her tests. If he was even worth her mommy's attention. Because to star, her mommy deserved the world. She just wanted to make sure that max would give her just that first, then maybe she'd be nice to him.

So with a sweet smile on her face she easily lied "I told max about Lola cancelling and he said he'd babysit me and ditsty tomorrow!" She included her yappy dog in the lie too.

As Cherrie looked at max in surprise , smiling over at him happily. Max was too busy looking at the little liar hugging him in pure disbelief . Mouth dropping open in shock as he rapidly looked between star, Cherrie and the yappy dog. Speechless. Again.

"Really?" Cherrie cooed while walking over to him.

Placing her hand on his arm and softly squeezing "you'd do that for me max?" She smiled at him prettily. Eyelashes fluttering.

One smile and Max was done for. He swallowed silently as he looked down at her Soft and manicured hand on his arm that was now filled with goosebumps , his heart pounding in his chest with nerves.

"E-yeah. Yeah! Of course . I would love to! I -I'd love to help! If that's allowed! If you want me to..." he blurted out. Unable to believe what was happening.

Was star actually helping him get into her mothers good graces? He looked down at her smirking face and second guessed everything. Or was the five year old going to kill him without any witnesses tomorrow?

Cherrie looked at max softly , chest warming at the way he was smiling shyly at her. His face flushed as he still awkwardly hugged her giggling daughter  to him gently , a barbie doll hanging loosely from his hand.

"You'd be doing me such a favour max! It won't be too long of course. It's a photoshoot for vogue again. And Star is a angel, so she won't be a bother." She assured him , grinning down at her baby lovingly.

Missing the look of disbelief that max gave her. He looked over at Lando too, his eyes screaming what he couldn't .

Star? An Angel? He severely doubted it! The five year old was a menace through and through. Even Lando was giggling in the corner , having heard each and every story of how mean Star had been to him over the last few months . He thought it was hilarious that max, a grown man, was so intimated by a five year old girl that looked like an Angel.

"Vogue? Oh, congratulations! That's huge. Are you on the front cover?" Max said to her in amazement. Knowing for a fact that he'd be buying it as soon as it hit the shelves.

Cherrie flipped her silky hair over her shoulder with a proud smirk tugging at her red lips.

"I'm always on the front cover darling. Always." She let him know smugly before eyeing him up and down for a long moment.

"You know..I've got my own clothing line coming out soon. For men and women." She mentioned as she stood back to admire him. Imagining max in some of her pieces . Tilting her head to the side with a hum of consideration.

Max was confused and flustered, shifting nervously on his feet when the supermodel just continued to gaze at him with a sharp fingernail tapping against her pouty lips in thought .

"Er-congratulations? Again?" He nervously chuckled.

Star still hugging him against his side , his arm loosely around her tiny shoulders to keep her steady, only this time she was occupied with Lando who was pulling silly faces at her to make her giggle cutely. The sound making max smile to himself.

Cherrie just laughed and waved her free hand in front of her, the other still cradling her tiny dog.

"Mmm. I think you'd look good in this linen set I have. I have brown . Blue, grey?" She hummed out "I have samples in my room. I'll bring them with star in the morning for you to wear." She said to him with a genuine smile.

Lando was looking at him triumphantly , smugness written all across his face. A 'I told you so' look being sent to him.

Max couldn't believe that he was actually right. Sending him a mildly impressed look. His chest fluttering at the thought of Cherrie wanting him to be the first man to wear her new collection .

"Oh that'd be nice! Thank you!" He smiled at her shyly. "I'm not really into fashion so I don't know what looks good or not." He added, stating the obvious.

Cherrie just giggled , grinning up at him in amusement . "Obviously." She said bluntly. Not intending to be mean. It was just the way she was.

"But don't worry! you have me as your neighbour! You don't need to walk around wearing the same ugly thing everyday. I'll help you!" She promised him. Patting his chest gently as she thought about all the beautiful , luxurious clothes that she could get him in.

She liked her men with style. Sue her. Max may not have been a naturally stylish guy, but Cherrie could help him be. Give her a week and she'd have him dressing like the champion that he was.

Max doesn't know whether to be offended or flattered. Maybe both? But all he heard was more time to spend with Cherrie. She could dress him up all she liked as long as he got to be with her.

"Thank you. Maybe you can make me look as good as Lewis ." He joked to them.

Both Cherrie and star snorted loudly at the same time, giggling together as they shared a look between them. And yes. Max was definitely offended now. Even Lando was giggling at him!

"Oh honey. I'm not a miracle worker! But maybe we set more realistic goals -" she teased him, patting his chest Softly . Surprised by how toned he felt. He didn't look it at first. "We can have you dressing better than at least Charles for sure." She settled on.

Max just sighed and nodded his head slowly in defeat "yeah that shouldn't be too hard. But he's got the face though. He could wear a bin bag and they'd still love him." He complained .

Cherrie just laughed as she thought about the cute driver she had partied with not so long ago. "he has got the cute face. But you've got the stern face. The arrogant one. It can work in your favour. It's always the bad boys that girls want after all!" She winked at him as she finally pulled away .

Motioning with her head for Star to let him go , the five year old doing as she was told reluctantly .

Looking up at him for a moment to mutter a "look after Stella." She sternly told him , pointing to the barbie in his hand. "And make sure that her hair stays pretty! And that she's comfortable to sleep tonight!"

Max just chuckled and patted the top of her head gently, Star quickly ducking and squinting her eyes up at him in response making him grin in amusement at her .

"Alright. I'll even make her a little bed shall I?" He joked.

But Star was serious. Nodding her little head yes. "She likes pure cotton bedding. None of the cheap stuff." She told him firmly.

Max let out a amused chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief . "Okay. Pure cotton only. I got it!" He snorted. Sharing a look with Lando. Both of them grinning.

"See you tomorrow max! Bright and early!" Cherrie smiled at him, giving him a wink before waving at Lando too. "And it was nice meeting you Lando! We have to get brunch sometime!" She said, Lando happily agreeing . Telling her to text him the details before she strutted away.

Both of their heads titling to the side simultaneously as they watched her sway her hips in her little black dress. Long legs that looked like they could go on for miles...they both sighed dreamily as she turned around the corner and out of sight.

There was a moment of silence between them before max finally looked over at Lando and said bluntly "what happened to cool and calm Lando ? Mr 'oh my god it's really you!'" He mocked his girly screech in amusement.

Lando just smugly raised his phone at him "but who got her number? That's right.. not you!" He sang slyly.

Max just laughed and reminded him cockily "Im babysitting her daughter and her dog tomorrow . I think I'm winning this one." He countered back smugly.

Lando just scoffed "yeah! If you don't manage to fuck it up that is. One wrong move and you're outtttt!" He teased him.

Max paled at that and crossed his fingers tightly. Praying to anyone and everything that tomorrow was a success. He couldn't blow this now. Not when he was finally getting his chance.

It turned out that Cherrie wasn't kidding around when she said she'd be there 'bright and early'. The sun hadn't even began to fully rise before max heard loud knocks at his front door, jostling him from his sleep in a confused panic.

His legs getting caught in his covers as he tiredly swiped a hand over his face with a groan, twisting around to glance at the clock on his bedside table.

5:30 am. It read.

He groaned again in misery. Rolling ungracefully out of his bed , wincing as he bashed his shoulder against the doorframe as he stumbled down the hallway to his front door, cursing underneath his breath grumpily.

Still half asleep, eyes barely open as he swung open his front door , in nothing but old checkered boxer shorts. One hand on his head tiredly as he yawned loudly , leaning his weight against the front door.

Nearly nodding off while standing up, only for a amused voice to jolt him wide awake again.

"Not a morning person then?" Cherrie grinned at him , giggling at the way he flinched. Now wide awake and aware of the fact that he was standing half naked in front of them, his hair sticking up in every direction and his face puffy from sleep.

He went bright red and quickly reached behind his door to grab a random jumper from the washing pile that he had forgotten to put away. Quickly pulling it over his head, closing his eyes briefly in misery as he finally popped his head back around the door, embarrassed.

"So sorry about that. I er-" his voice cracked tiredly as he glanced between Cherrie, who looked as stunning as ever, and her grinning daughter that was outright laughing at him. Finger pointed and all.

"Definitely not a morning person. Sorry." He confirmed for her with a sheepish chuckle, stretching out his arms to get rid of the stiffness in his back. Yawning again.

Cherrie gently lowered stars pointing finger, giving her a look to behave . She then gently pushed past max and carried her dog into his home, star trailing behind her lazily .

"It's okay! I'm not usually one either but I've had like four cups of coffee and I can feel my heart beating in my ears and I think I'm tasting colours!" She laughed loudly . Heart pumping from the caffeine , making her slightly loopy .

She carefully put down ditsy, her dog, once max had shut the door behind him. Looking at her in slight concern as she started to pick up random pillows on his couch, puffing them up then re-arranging them over and over again as she hummed a song to herself , looking like a twitchy rabbit.

He shared a look with the five year old next to him, who merely sighed and told him bluntly "coffee makes mommy annoying." Before wandering off into his kitchen to help herself to a snack.

Max chuckled to himself at her bluntness. Carefully walking over to Cherrie and gently placing his hand on her arm to get her to stop messing with his pillows.

He smiled down at her, concern shining through when he heard her stomach grumble.

"Have you not had breakfast?" He questioned her , running his hand up and down her arm soothingly. His palm tingling the whole time.

Cherrie just sighed tiredly and pouted at him, sniffling a little . Relaxing against his soft touch.

"No. I don't usually eat anything before a photoshoot. It's like a silent rule we're expected to follow." She muttered grumpily. Leaning against him for a moment , yawning again.

Max frowned down at her, embracing her into a quick side hug . Squeezing her shoulders gently before carefully pushing her down onto the couch, side eyeing the fluffy dog that was sniffing around his tv. Hoping that it was well trained and wouldn't go peeing around his place.

"That's stupid." Max stated bluntly as he walked into the kitchen , shaking his head to himself .

"Can't be on the front cover if you've passed out from hunger Cherrie. I'll make you a cheese bagel okay? You really shouldn't be drinking coffee on a empty stomach like this ." He scolded her lightly as he started getting out what he needed to make food.

Cherrie just smiled to herself , relaxing into the couch as she watched him do his thing. Chuckling quietly to herself as she noticed the way her daughter was impatiently stood next to him, tapping his hip repeatedly when she had enough of not getting any attention.

"Yes?" Max muttered down to star with a small smirk tugging at his lips as he heard her huff and puff. Looking down to see her glaring up at him unhappily .

"You didn't ask me if I was hungry." She stated. Unimpressed with him. He could practically hear the silent 'strike one' that she was giving him in her head.

He just chuckled , pulling out another plate "star. Are you hungry?" He asked her with a grin, playing along.

She quickly nodded her head, eyeing the cheese bagel that he had made her mum.

"Yes. Very. I want one of them!" She demanded , pointing at it hungrily.

Hearing her daughters tone, Cherrie immediately called over to her sternly "manners star!" Not even looking their way. Instead she was flicking through the channels for something to watch while she ate.

The five year old grumbled but looked up at max with a apologetic pout. "Please max." She mumbled quietly , leaning her head against his side.

Max melted, chest warming at how cute she was being. He gave the top of her head a small pat, chuckling affectionately as he quickly made her one as well. Having already planned to do so anyway .

"Table or couch?" He quietly asked her as he walked over to Cherrie, handing her the plate. Getting a pleased grin and a small 'thank you' before she quickly dug in.

"Floor." Star simply muttered as she abruptly dropped down onto the carpet in front of the tv, patting in front of her expectantly . He put down her plate In front of her, shaking his head fondly at how strange she was. Then he handed her a cartoon of orange juice as well before sitting down beside Cherrie with a content sigh.

"You're being so sweet max. I can't believe that I thought you were the biggest asshole ever." She bluntly said out loud. Vocalising her thoughts as they came. Yet again something that she didn't have. A filter.

Max looked at her with a frown "you thought I was an asshole?" He repeated. Upset that she thought that way about him at all.

She swallowed a bite of the bagel before responding , nodding her head apologetically once she noticed the sad look on his face.

"That's only because everybody said you were! You must admit, you're not exactly known for being a sweetheart." She said matter of factly , nudging his shoulder gently with her own.

He side eyed her "well neither are you." He huffed out, crossing his arms over his chest defensively.

Cherrie just chuckled and put down her plate once she was finished eating . reaching over to untug his crossed arms with a grin, shaking her head at him in amusement .

"Well. We can be assholes together then!" She joked as she ruffled his hair before getting up to her feet, eyeing the watch on her wrist with a frown.

"I've gotta get going." She told him with a disappointed sigh. Then remembering something she quickly pulled out some folded fabrics from her big bag.

Handing them to him with a smile "nearly forgot! Some pieces from my collection. You should go with the light blue linen shirt and the white linen trousers. Would really look beautiful with your eyes.." she told him honestly as she turned around and went to give her dog kisses.

Max looked down at the expensive material on his lap, smiling a little as he held a shirt up to examine it. Pulling a face of approval . Huh. Maybe linen wasn't too bad after all.

He flushed at her compliment about his eyes, watching her as she picked up her tiny dog , then bent down to give Star kisses before walking back over to him again.

"I'll try not to be too long! Ditsy here.." she placed her dog down onto his lap. Max tensing as he awkwardly looked down at the fur ball.

"-Doesn't like to be alone. She needs constant attention. Kisses and cuddles . Likes to be held like a baby.. and oh! She loves peanut butter! But only a little bit so her little tummy doesn't get bad." She made a baby voice down to ditsy , kissing it's tiny head affectionately before straightening back up with a smile.

Max was just looking up at her in disbelief "he's spoilt! Surely I don't need to hold him all the time like you do?" He said judgmentally . Gently running his fingers through its puffy fur. Eyeing the diamond studded bow on top of its head in vague amusement .

Cherrie just frowned back at him, offended . "not all the time. Just when he looks like he needs a cuddle! That's my baby max. Treat her like a princess okay?" She told him sternly . She didn't fuck about when it came to her baby... and her real one too.

Max just sighed and nodded his head, accepting the fact that he was in love with a crazy woman.

"Okay. I will. How do I know when he needs a cuddle though? Is there some sort of noise he makes or..?" He questioned her, utterly confused.

Cherrie just giggled as she made her way to the front door "you'll just look at him and know! He gives these big button eyes and sighs! I'll see you later! Love you Star! Love you ditsy!" She called out over her shoulder. The door slamming shut behind her.

Leaving max looking down at the dog in his lap with pursed lips . Ditsy wasn't even looking at him. Instead the dog jumped down off his lap and wandered off as soon as Cherrie was gone.

"Lovely. The dog hates me too." He muttered to himself as he stood up to take the now empty plates to the kitchen to clean.

He didn't hear the small pit pat of footsteps behind him, too focused on washing the plates. So he almost jumped out of his skin when he felt a little finger poke his side, hard.

"Max!" Star shouted loudly.

He jumped nearly six feet in the air, whirling around to look down at her in shock.

Eyes blown wide, startled . "Holy shit!" He exclaimed , heart racing. "Don't do that! How are you so quiet?!" He almost shouted, placing a hand over his chest as he tried to calm his poor heart down.

Star just giggled at him mischievously "why is there a cardboard cut out of mommy in your home?" She bluntly asked him. Nodding over to the cupboard that she had been looking in while his back was turned.

Max went red. Having completely forgotten about the realistic cardboard cut out of Cherrie that Lando had gotten him as a joke for his birthday. He had stuffed it away in his cupboard the very moment he knew who his new neighbour was.

He watched in mortification as Star walked over to said cupboard cut out and pulled it out again. Pursing his lips together as she stood beside the cardboard version of her mother and gave him a judgmental look.

"That-this looks a lot weirder than it actually is." He was quick to let her know.

Hands firmly pressed on his hips as he awkwardly looked between the cardboard Cherrie and her daughter in pure embarrassment . Cursing out Lando again in his head.

How did he manage to cause him bother when he wasn't even there?!

"Is it because you know that you'll never get the real thing? So you got cardboard mummy instead?" She brutally resorted back to him.

And max had to give her props for that one, he really did. That was a good one. Hurtful but good.

"Okay. Ouch. Meanie." He said while frowning down at her "and Lando got me it as a joke okay? Nothing weird about it at all." He tried to convince the both of them as he walked over to her and began to drag cardboard Cherrie back into the cupboard again.

Nope. Not weird at all! He tried to convince himself pitifully as he wrestled the cardboard version of the love of his life back into the dark cupboard. Sighing heavily to himself .

Star wouldn't stop giggling as she watched him with a toothy grin on her little face.

"It's weird that you kept it for so long ." She remarked , always wanting to get the last word in.

Max just groaned miserably "okay shut up! Miss Sassy pants!" He closed the cupboard door with a huff. Side eyeing her mischievous face warily.

She simply followed him over to the couch again, waiting for him to sit down again before Climbing up beside him. Sitting crossed legged as she looked at him square on.

There was a tense moment of silence between them , where they just stared each other down,  before Star finally opened her big mouth again making him sigh quietly in defeat.

"You like my mommy." She stated bluntly . Blinking at him with her big eyes.

Max flushed red, mouth opening and closing several times before he finally managed to speak again.

“everyone likes your mommy." He resorted weakly.

The five year old just rolled her eyes at him "yeah but you like , like her. Like, you want to marry her and have a million babies!" She giggled mischievously at him. Enjoying watching him squirm.

Great. He thought miserably. He was getting shook down by a nosy five year old. How lovely.

"So what if I do?" He mumbled. Arms crossed over his chest defensively again.

Star simply shrugged her little shoulders "that's okay. But usually mommy asks me what I think of her boyfriends. And they disappear if I tell her that I don't like them." She told him matter of factly.

At that, Max side eyed her "is that a threat?" He wondered out loud in disbelief.

She just grinned at him smugly "maybe. What can you give me that I don't already Have?" She quickly got down to the bargaining part of her plan.

Meanwhile max felt like he was dreaming, or having a nightmare. Unable to believe what was happening.

He gaped at her in shock "are you blackmailing me?!" He exclaimed loudly . Eyes going wide as he looked at the little she devil in pure disbelief.

She nodded her small head proudly "yes I am." She agreed without any shame . "I'll tell mommy that I like you and that she should keep you around if you give me what I want." She told him smugly.

Max thought about it for a moment. Pursing his lips to himself in consideration. There was nothing more kn the world that he wanted than a chance with Cherrie. It was something that he had dreamed about for years. And he needed her kid to like him, knowing for a fact that if she didn't, he wouldn't stand a single chance getting past ‘hello’.

So the answer was a no Brainer really "what do you want?" He sighed out. Easily caving in.

What he would do for love...honestly. Allowing himself to be mugged by a five year old. Lando was going to laugh at him forever for this.

Star grinned happily at him, clapping her hands together excitedly. "I want a trophy! And A helmet and I want you to take me to some of your races this year." She set out her conditions firmly.

Max looked at her in disbelief "Star! I can't just take you out of the country!" He exclaimed in shock. Having expected her to ask him for a new doll or something. Not this!

She rolled her eyes at him again "you'll be with mommy by then. Duh. You can take both of us! Mommy said that she's always wanted to go to one!" She told him as though he was dumb.

Max relaxed dramatically, smiling sheepishly . "Really? Oh." He dazed out "that's great. That's really great..." he imagined himself turning up to the paddock with Cherrie on his arm, smirking to himself at the thought of all the jealous looks he would get from the other drivers. It sounded like a dream come true.

"Okay. Deal." He said abruptly. Holding out his hand for her to shake . Grinning at the triumphant look on her cute face as she firmly shook his hand with her tiny one, laughing gleeful as she jumped off the couch in seconds.

Running over to his cabinet filled with trophy's and helmets. He got up to make sure that she didn't knock them all down and hurt herself . Hovering beside her as he watched her excited eyes look through them all.

"Which one do you want?" He asked her in amusement. He had hundreds of them. He wouldn't miss one.

She pointed to a pink and green coloured helmet, then at a trophy cup from last year. "Those ones please!" She beamed happily when he carefully passed them to her. Watching her immediately sit down on the floor to examine them more closely.

Wondering silently to himself if in time he could convert her into chasing redbull as her favourite team. Then he thought about getting her into karting, in her own little race suit and had to shake his head to snap out of it.

Baby steps. He reminded himself.

"Soo.." max breathed out with a small smile on his face as he watched her marvel over the award in her hands. Feeling proud at how impressed she looked at them.

"Does this means I have your approval to date your mommy then?" He asked her hopefully.

The five year old grinned up at happily. "Yes! But not dressed like that." She looked pointedly at the clothes that her mother had gave him. A not so subtle hint for him to change into them.

Max just laughed , shaking his head in amusement as he did just that. Picking up the clothes , he sighed happily. Feeling like a weight had lifted off his chest now that he had Star on his side.

"You want cuddles baby?" He cooed down to ditsy as the dog looked up at him with big Puppy eyes, wagging his tail at him.

He was so happy that he bent down and picked the furball up, cradling ditsy in his arms like he had seen Cherrie do.

"Come on then! Let's go try on mommy's clothes huh? Then I'll get you some peanut butter like your mommy said! You're gonna love me too!" He continued to speak to the dog in a baby voice as he walked down to his room to change. Leaving Star to happily watch tv with her new helmet and trophy by her side.

He’d make that stubborn child a redbull fan in no time. Already excited at the thought of taking Cherrie and star to his races. To have them there , to celebrate with them. It was a nice enough thought to keep him going and rocket his confidence up again.

By the time that Cherrie arrived back home, it was already beginning to get dark. The photoshoot having took way longer than she expected. She cautiously walked Into Max's apartment quietly , stopping in surprise when she saw the kitchen.

The lights were dimmed and the dining table was covered with a dark blue cloth , fancy candles in the middle, and two plates of steaming spaghetti awaiting her , alongside side a bottle of expensive wine.

She felt her face soften as she came face to face with a sheepish looking max who was leaning against the counter nervously , a large bouquet of roses in his arms as he smiled shyly at her.

"Oh my god max.." she breathed out quietly in amazement. Dropping her bag in the corner as she walked closer to him, admiring what he had done.

“Is this for me?"

Max just chuckled softly as he carefully handed her the expensive flowers that he had his assistant run out to get. Him and star having sat down and come up with ideas and ways for him to woo Cherrie. The five year old firmly telling him that if he didn't buy her mommy flowers, then he didn't stand a chance with her.

And looking at the pleased and happy smile on her beautiful face as she cradled the flowers to her chest, smelling them with glossy eyes. He was so glad that he had listened to the little she devil. He reminded himself to get her all the candy in the world for this.

"No. It's for the dog." He joked chuckling "of course it's for you! I though we could.. ya know.." he nervously trailed off, motioning towards the table he had set up.

Having cooked up the spaghetti from scratch with a little help from his new best friend, the five year old strictly advising him through the recipe that she claimed her mother loved so much.

Cherrie smiled at him softly, setting the roses aside so that she could pull him into a hug. Wrapping her arms around his waist as she gave him a tight squeeze, flattered by the effort he had put in while she was gone. No one had ever done anything like this for her before.

The men she seen usually took her out to fancy restaurants, ordered salad for her and then spent the night talking about themselves and how great they were. So this thoughtfulness , was a welcomed change.

Max's breath hitched in his throat as she hugged him, resting her chin on his chest as she looked up at him with a perfect smile. He slid his arm around her back gently and held her close, breathing in the smell of her sweet perfume.

"Ask me." She whispered to him encouragingly once she noticed him struggling for words. Giving his waist a small reassuring squeeze.

He blushed darkly at how obvious his feelings were , letting out a nervous laugh as he bit down on his bottom lip . Unable to take his eyes off hers.

"Will you accept this date with me tonight Cherrie?" He breathed out anxiously , heart pounding in his chest.

She took a moment to take in his nervous face and felt her heart be filled with fondness , smiling up at him affectionately as she tapped his cheek gently with her fingers. Feeling the heat of his blush beneath her fingertips.

"Of course I will. But first.." she pulled away and looked around his apartment curiously "where is star and ditsy?" She worried.

Max nodded over to the spare bedroom "flat out. Both of them. Fell asleep while watching Nemo for the second time." He told her quietly . Having carried both star and the dog to bed as they both snored blissfully away.

Cherrie felt her chest warm at his thoughtful actions "aww. She loves that film so much. It's the only thing that is guaranteed to get her asleep. She didn't give you too much bother tonight did she?" She asked him as she took a seat at the table after he pulled out her chair for her .

Max then quickly sitting down opposite her and poured them both a glass of wine. Glancing over at her in awe, unable to believe how beautiful she really was. The candlelight's only sharpening her beauty and max could only sigh contently to himself .

"No. She er-she actually told me that she wanted to come to some of my races." He muttered as they digged into the food that he had made. Crossing his fingers and hoping that he didn't poison them both.

His face lighting up when he heard Cherrie hum in amazement as she took a bite, looking over to him with wide eyes.

"Wow max! This is so good!" She gushed taking another bite. "Well done!"

He flushed at her praise , letting out a shy chuckle as he gazed down at his plate. Chest filled with happiness and stomach filled with butterflies . He had a really good feeling about this.

"I'm not surprised. She loves watching it! I do too." She said to him honestly. Admiring how truly handsome he was. Falling in love with the softness in his eyes that was just for her , unable to look away.

Max hesitated a little before deciding just to put it out there, the worst thing she could do was say no.

"I er-you guys can come with me if you want? I can get you some passes. Some pics of Star in my car. That'd be cute. Plus I'm sure that the other drivers would love to see you." He told her quietly , knowing that to be the truth.

He wasn't the only one with a huge crush on her.

Cherries eyes lit up in excitement at the thought of getting to see max in his element. "That sounds amazing! I'll work out my schedule and let you know then!" She beamed at him "and I've met some of the drivers already. I partied with Pierre and Charles last year. I don't remember much of it but what I do Remember .." she giggled to herself "was very fun."

Max paused with his fork halfway to his mouth, looking over at her in disbelief. Having not heard about this at all.

"You've met Pierre and Charles? When?" He couldn't believe it. Lucky bastards beat him to it!

He felt his stomach twist at the thought of them both fighting over her. Having heard their dirty thoughts about Cherrie before. It was safe to say that they all wanted a piece of her.

He felt jealousy boil within, taking a deep breath and reminding himself that Cherrie was a free , beautiful woman. Free to do what and who she pleased.

The past didn't matter. He was the only one that she was here with now. Not them. Nobody else. She was in his home. Eating his food. Smiling at him.

He calmed down considerably . Smiling back at her gently .

"New Years. We bumped into eachother at a party and then we lost Pierre somewhere along the way." She told him in amusement , not noticing his jealousy at all.

"We were so drunk and somehow Charles decided that it would be a good idea to travel to Vegas on New Years eve! We landed as the fireworks went off too!" She giggled.

Max couldn't hold his brief panic in "oh my god. Please tell me there wasn't a drunk Vegas wedding!" He pleaded worriedly , crossing his fingers tightly .

Charles lusting after her was one thing, but Charles marrying the woman of Max's dream? That was another. And if he had done so, max didn't trust himself to not drive him off the track deliberately.

He was trying to be a better man. Really he was. But a man only had a limit. And his was incredible short already.

Thankfully Cherrie laughed and waved his horrifying assumptions away. "Nooooo' we were far too drunk for that! No." She shook her head in amusement , swallowing another mouthful of spaghetti. Washing it down with a large gulp of wine.

"We just got room service and ordered more champagne to our room. We ended up staying there for the whole weekend cause all the flights out were booked." She told him.

Max grimaced "surprised he didn't try to make a move on you. He had a crush on you as well." He informed her grumpily.

Cherrie just smirked over at him slyly "I didn't say that he didn't make a move. It was very obvious that he had a crush on me. Most men do." She said confidently , used to men throwing themselves at her. She enjoyed it.

If men could enjoy having a new girl every night , then why couldn't she? She liked sex just as much as the next guy. She was young , beautiful and free to fuck whoever the hell she liked. No strings attached.

That was the way of life that she had enjoyed for years now. Guys came and then went just as quickly . She didn't stay around for very long after she had gotten what she wanted . She just moved onto the next one.

But lately she had been lonely and no amount of casual sex could fix it. She missed the softness, the feeling of having somebody to fall back on. Someone to trust and love. Someone to adore.. and she missed being adored beyond lust. She missed going on dates, holding hands and giggling in bed over stupid jokes. She missed the feeling of being in love.

And as she looked across the table at max, she had a feeling then that this might be what she had been looking for , for so long now.

The answer was looking right back at her and pouting like a child .

"You hooked up with him?" He muttered through a sigh. Reading her like a book. He quickly poured himself another glass of wine as soon as he saw her casually nod her pretty head. Downing it.

Cool. That was fine. Totally okay. Charles and Cherrie had hooked up. No big deal. That was in the past. Charles wasn't the one babysitting her babies and having dinner with her , was he?

Fuck him. Max thought pettily. He never made it past the night anyways! In fact , max couldn’t wait to see his face fall with jealously when he walked down the paddock with Cherrie by his side, alongside her sassy five year old and yappy little dog.

Max was winning on the track and off it too. So take that Charles. He thought pettily to himself.

"Yeah. It was fun! Casual. I left before he woke up on the Monday though." She casually let him know. Completely Unbothered.

Max snorted, smirking a little smugly . "Got bored so quickly?" If he had Cherrie in his bed, she wouldn’t want to ever leave again. He would make sure of it.

Cherrie just giggled "a little. Not that it wasn't good sex! It was. Just ya know..wasn't feeling it long term."

Max hesitated before asking her quietly "and.. me? Are you feeling this long term? Or do I need to fly you to a weekend in Vegas before you ditch me?" He joked. His knee bouncing up and down nervously as they finished their dinner. Pushing the plates to the side carefully.

Cherrie just stood up out of her seat and rounded the table, pressing her hands down onto his shoulders , keeping him in his seat as she lowered her head down to his neck so that her lips were brushing against his ear sensually.

"Mmm depends. Can you last more than four minutes?" She whispered to him with a smirk, tilting his head back with her other hand before brushing her soft lips against his own teasingly.

Max groaned quietly , shifting in his seat as his eyes fluttered closed in bliss.

"How about five minutes?" He tried to joke back .

His breath failing him when she suddenly swung her body around to straddle his lap, her back pressed back against the table , arms around his neck as she smirked down at him like the siren that she was.

Humming teasingly as she rocked her hips Against his own subtly , dragging her fingers through his hair as she watched the colour spread up his flushed neck and to his cheeks. His Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly , his hands clutching at her hips as he gazed up at her through hooded eyes, barely breathing.

Starstruck. Lovestruck. Luststruck.. you name it. He was struck with it.

"How about the whole night , endless kisses and a promise not to leave when we're done?" She whispered back to him mischievously. Rocking her hips even harder against his lap, feeling him harden beneath her as he gasped sharply , his hips bucking up against her own desperately.

He was falling apart beneath her and she hadn't even done anything yet. She smirked smugly to herself . Pleased with how easily he reacted to her. It was a major confidence booster. That was for sure.

"Perfect. How about marriage?" He breathed out a overwhelmed laugh before finally closing the gap between them and kissing her like a man starved for air.

Clutching at her rocking hips tightly as he moaned lowly into her mouth, feeling her pull at his hair to tilt his head back, deepening the kiss and sending his eyes rolling into the back of his head as she took control .

She parted his lips gently with her tongue, his hand rubbing up and down her back as he clutched onto every single piece of her soft skin that he could reach with his hands . Heart hammering in his chest, all of his dreams finally coming true .

Christ. He felt like he was about to have a heart attack! Nobody had told him that falling in love felt like being on the edge of a permanent panic attack all the time! A heads up might have been nice!

"How about you take me out tomorrow , somewhere nice where I can dress pretty ...and you can ask me to be your girlfriend like you've always wanted to..huh?" She teased him . Pulling away so that they could both catch their breaths back .

Max just gazed up at her like a man in love, utterly wrecked from just one kiss . Shaking his head to himself in disbelief .

He then suddenly leaned forward and started kissing all over her pretty face , smacking his lips against her cheeks dramatically, then her chin, her cute little nose and beautiful eyes. Making her giggle girlishly against him, feeling his smile pressed up against her scrunched up nose as he laughed breathlessly along with her .

Holding her rosy cheeks in his hands as he pulled away , just wanting to admire her like this.

He realised then as he gazed at her soft freckles over her nose, her long lashes and buttoned nose. Pouty lips and rosy cheeks that dimpled each time she smiled. That no amount of photographs , no amount of magazine covers would ever amount to this.

She had never looked more beautiful than she did then, straddling his lap , her once perfectly curled hair now messy and hanging loose over both of their flushed faces . Her eyes shining and pouty lips bitten red, swollen from his kiss. He wanted to keep this image in his mind forever .

So he did.

Cherrie could only let out a confused giggle as she watched him pull out his phone, lean back into his chair with her still in his lap, and start taking candid photos of her as she laughed happily. Smiling down at him in amusement , rolling her eyes at him fondly .

"Are you going to become my own personal paparazzi now?" She teased him. Sticking out her tongue and crossing her eyes as he continued to snap away.

Grinning up at her happily as he chuckled, shaking his head in adoration as he looked at the screen. Admiring the photos he had taken of her. Mesmerised by her. He always had been.

"Yes. I'm coming for their jobs. You look so incredibly beautiful right now. You really do." He told her simply in pure awe. There was no denying it.

Cherrie's face softened as she turned around in his lap so that her back was against his chest, kicking up her feet on the table as she leant her head back against his shoulder. Max resting his burning cheek against the side of her head, letting her take his phone from his other hand without any complaint .

He just wrapped his arm around her neck from behind, her head resting snugly in the crook of his elbow as he kissed her brow gently. So in love that he felt it in every part of his body. Giddy with the feeling.

"You're beautiful too max." She whispered to him softly as she held up his phone in front of them, their reflection looking back at them.

And max could only look at the screen with a smile so full of disbelief , of pure love. Seeing how good they looked pressed up against each other like they did. Cherrie smiling at him softly like this was all they were meant to be.

Here. Together. He leant his head down against her own and smiled, eyes filled with tears of happiness and love as she kissed his cheek. Snapping photos of them as she did.

As max knew that he was going to have to make a separate album for the two of them. He had the most beautiful woman in the world , agreeing to be his. He wanted to remember every moment , from now to the future. He wanted it all.

So he turned his face just so and kissed her again, cradling her jaw in the palm of his hand as she snapped the picture on his phone. Before gently setting it down onto the table without ever moving away.

And all max could think was. I could get used to this.